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?"

"If·

the moment James's surgery was over. Instead, you ran up here to pray for him. Don't kid yourself— divorce is the last

speechless for a moment, rage boiling up inside her. She'd never been so furious in her twenty-seven

tight her molars ached. "It's amazing I didn't see it before

a divorce, just say it. There's no need for all these games.

she snapped. "I don't have the patience for this. We're going to city hall.

short and fast, Briony strode past him,

driver for waiting; his car was parked on the gravel

could reach the car, Stewart caught up, grabbing her

hand closed around

yank her arm free, but Stewart's grip

cost you to just be honest with me for once?" Stewart stared into her eyes, voice low and intense. "After five years of marriage,

clear-if I hadn't been ambushed earlier, the divorce would already be done!

flickering across

arm away, glaring at him with undisguised fury. "If you're really a man, then come with me to city hall right

on her heel and marched