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·

wanted a divorce, you could have called me the moment James's surgery was over. Instead, you

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

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

say it. There's no need for all

have the patience

Briony strode

driver for waiting; his car was parked on

caught up, grabbing her

touch me!" The moment his hand closed around her, Briony's barely- contained

yank her arm

once?" Stewart stared into her eyes, voice low and intense. "After five years of marriage, you're telling me you really

the divorce would already be done! And now you're blaming me for missing the appointment, insisting I'm playing hard

faltered, surprise flickering

him with undisguised fury. "If you're really a man, then come with me

spun on her heel and marched