Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He took out his phone-it was a call from Lorna.

After a brief hesitation, he answered.

"Stewart, find somewhere private to talk. I need to tell you something important!”

Stewart paused, glanced at Briony, then turned and walked a short distance away, lowering his voice. "You can talk now."

"My team spotted a few suspicious people entering the country yesterday," Lorna said, her tone grave. "Something feels off. You should come back-also, make sure Briony and the kids stay home for the next few days."

Stewart's expression darkened. "Alright. I understand."

He hung up and walked back to Briony. "That's all for today. Take the kids home. For the next few days, you and the children should stay inside as much as possible."

Briony frowned, concern clouding her face. "Why? What's going on?"

"For the kids' sake, just trust me, okay?" Stewart's voice was firm.

She stared at him, a flash of Lorna's earlier warnings crossing her mind, but she didn't press further. "Alright. I understand."

Little Nina clung to Stewart, reluctant to leave. All the way from the playground to the parking lot entrance, she insisted on being carried.

As they left the park, Stewart carried Nina toward Briony's car.

Nina was already in tears.

Briony noticed her daughter's unusual mood and, for some reason, felt a rising sense of unease herself.

car and opened

set Nina inside when his

pulled Nina back into his arms

change in demeanor. "I have my own car. I can

Adam's apple bobbing as he struggled to stay calm,

even more on

go home," Stewart

to

Carl, take them

carefully-don't take any et

chances."

clearly

insistence but

he had his

help asking, "What about you, Mr.

pick me up," Stewart

Lorna made Carl realize just how serious things

said nothing more and turned to Briony. "Ms. Kensington, please

me."

felt her nerves stretched taut, a

She glanced at Stewart.

gaze, eyes dark and unreadable. "Bryn, don't ask any questions. Just take

in her chest-a wave of anxiety crashing