Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

How did Stewart know she was here?

Briony stared coolly at Stewart as he came to a stop just a few paces away. "Stewart, did you have someone follow me?"

"In Northborough, it isn't hard for me to find someone I'm looking for."

Standing beneath his umbrella, Stewart's face was cold and severe. His gaze flicked briefly to the statue of a saint behind Briony.

"You're really going all out for James," he said with biting sarcasm. "You were attacked this morning, yet you still dared to come up here alone."

Briony had no patience for his accusations. Her tone was icy as she replied, "Since you clearly already know what happened to me this morning, there's no need to explain. It's still early-we might as well swing by city hall and get the divorce paperwork over with."

A bitter, humorless smile tugged at Stewart's lips. "Briony, I have to say, your performance is pretty convincing."

Briony frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

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could have called me the moment James's surgery was over. Instead, you ran up here to pray for him. Don't

moment, rage boiling up inside her. She'd never been so furious in

cold laugh, jaw clenched so tight her molars ached. "It's amazing I didn't see it before just how

There's no need for all these games. You know, this

don't have the patience for this. We're going to

coming short and fast, Briony strode past him, heading

the driver for waiting; his car was parked on the gravel

Stewart caught up, grabbing her wrist in a firm

hand closed around her,

yank her arm free,

honest with me for once?" Stewart stared into her eyes, voice low and intense.

already be done! And now you're blaming me for missing the appointment,

faltered, surprise flickering across his

wrenched her arm away, glaring at him with undisguised fury. "If you're

on her heel and