Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart's hand clenched into a fist at his side, as if her words had struck something deep inside him.

"It's a pity-you're wrong," he said quietly.

Briony stared at him, her eyes brimming with scorn.

"If you truly understood the legend behind the Ghanaian divorce ritual, you'd realize just how absurd this little ceremony you've arranged really is."

His voice was low and heavier than she'd ever heard. "I just... wanted us to have something to remember. A way to mark what we had."

He searched her face, desperate, his gaze taking on a wild glint. "Briony, after five years of marriage, you can't tell me there's nothing left between us."

"Something between us?" Briony gave a sharp, bitter laugh, her eyes flashing with unshed tears. "Stewart, now that you realize you can't use my bond with Irwin to sway me, you want to play the 'husband and wife' card instead?"

Stewart's jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on hers.

She continued, voice cold and unwavering: "But when was there ever love between us, Stewart?"

stopped breathing for a

loved each other. After their feelings have faded, they return together-dressed as they were on their wedding day-to the

never even had a real wedding. So this whole charade of a divorce

opened his mouth as if to protest, but nothing came out. In the end, he could

final. "From now on, Stewart, you're nothing to me but the man who indirectly caused my mother's death. We're

off to the side. One look was all she gave him before turning back

he's my son. So

Briony turned away and strode toward the church

but he

his fingers, leaving his hand empty-and his

are you going? I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good! Please don't leave me and Dad-

look back. Her steps were

Stella was waiting for her, nodding in silent support. Briony took the

walked to the edge of the beach, where her wedding dress lay abandoned