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 ran up here to pray for him. Don't kid yourself— divorce is the last

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

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

you don't want a divorce, just say it. There's no need for all

have the patience

short and fast, Briony strode past him, heading straight for the

his car was

reach the car, Stewart caught up,

hand closed

her arm free, but Stewart's grip was

into her eyes, voice low and intense. "After five years of marriage,

I've made myself clear-if I hadn't been ambushed earlier, the divorce would already be done! And now you're blaming me for missing the appointment, insisting I'm

faltered, surprise flickering across

fury. "If you're really a man,

that, she spun on her heel and