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·

was over. Instead, you ran up here to pray for

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

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

darkened. "Briony, if you don't want a divorce, just say it. There's

have the patience for this. We're going to city hall.

strode past him, heading straight

waiting; his car was

car, Stewart caught

touch me!" The moment his hand closed

to yank her arm free, but

with me for once?" Stewart stared into her eyes, voice

earlier, the divorce would already be done! And now

flickering

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

she spun on her heel and