Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James accompanied Briony to the police station.

The drive from Skybreeze Retreat was slow, deliberately so-James kept his foot easy on the gas, giving Briony every chance to speak. He waited, half expecting her to break the silence, to ask questions or even just sigh. But she never did. All the way to the station, she sat beside him, silent and unnervingly calm.

When they finally pulled up to the station, James switched off the engine and unbuckled his seatbelt. He turned to Briony and said quietly, "Bryn, we're here."

Her lashes fluttered. She undid her seatbelt and pushed open the door. Outside, a light rain was still falling, soft and steady.

James opened his umbrella and walked around to her side, holding it over her head as she stepped out. She didn't thank him, just started toward the entrance, determined and distant.

Inside the station, Cedric Clarke, Carl, and Lorna were already waiting. They'd finished giving their statements but stayed behind for Briony. The air in the waiting room was heavy, thick with unspoken questions and dread.

It wasn't until Briony stepped across the threshold into the station that everything started to feel real. For a moment, her mind flashed back to the day her mother drowned herself in the river-how utterly she'd understood, even then, that her life was about to fracture.

She knew, with a cold certainty, what kind of news was coming.

Soon after, Briony was called alone into an interview room. Because she owned the car at the center of the explosion, she had both a right to know the details and an obligation to cooperate with the investigation.

But what did Briony really know?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

powerful, but thankfully, Stewart had managed to drive the vehicle to an abandoned pier at the last moment. The car exploded only after it plunged into the water, sparing any bystanders from

gone. Stewart was gone. The divers came up empty-handed— there was nothing

to the surveillance footage nearby, Stewart's chances of

the officer

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my ex-husband-the father of my

the amusement park with Mr.

soon. The kids were begging to ride the

notice anyone suspicious at the park? Or did Mr. Stewart behave unusually

changed his mind. He insisted Ltake both kids in his car instead, and his assistant drove us home. Stewart said Ms. Riley would pick him

anything out of the ordinary

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looked up at the officer. "Maybe. But the kids

you have children,