Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart didn't answer right away. He simply looked at her, his dark eyes deep and unreadable. “Garry called you, didn't he?"

Briony frowned. "So you heard it from him, too?"

"I have my own sources," Stewart replied coolly. "Cedric Clarke knows as well. He and I are heading to Westenmar ourselves to bring Stella back."

Briony stared, momentarily stunned.

Stewart, volunteering to help?

But she quickly reasoned it out-he and Dr. Clarke were old friends, so Cedric probably asked Stewart to step in.

The air between them grew tense and awkward, neither willing to speak.

By all logic, Briony knew she should thank Stewart for offering to help. But his sudden eagerness just didn't fit the Stewart she knew. Even if Cedric Clarke had asked him, there was no reason for Stewart to rush over and talk to her first thing...

"What did Garry want from you?" Stewart's low voice cut into her thoughts.

She met his eyes, frowning slightly, hesitating over whether to tell him the truth.

Stewart saw right through her hesitation. His tone dropped. "Briony, if you want to get Stella back from Garry, you're going to have to trust me and work with me." Briony's eyes went cold; she sounded tired of all this. "He wants me to marry him." Stewart's brows shot up.

A moment later, his lips curled in a mocking smile. "Well, that's some nerve." Briony almost laughed at his reaction.

Wasn't Stewart just as shameless? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. No wonder they'd once been comrades-in-arms; they were cut from the same cloth.

Briony said with a dry laugh, “if you're so eager to help, you know Garry gave me just one week. If you're really on my side, let's go finalize the divorce

he held

marrying Garry can save Star, I have nothing

short, almost incredulous laugh. "You'd go that far for Stella?" "Yes," Briony said, voice

a flash of anger in Stewart's chest. His face darkened,

She met

standoff stretched out, heavy

lips twisting. "Whether we divorce

cold. "Don't flatter yourself, Stewart. There hasn't been an 'us' for a long time. There's just you,

married. That's

marriage

water glass

is willing to be your secret lover forever, then I don't mind keeping the empty title of Mrs. Wentworth. Who knows-if you die unexpectedly someday, I'll be your legal heir. Sometimes, when you look at

arched an eyebrow at that. "Do you hate me so much now? Hoping

a short, bitter laugh. "Did you expect me

his suit jacket. "I get a full physical every year. With any luck, I'll be alive and well for another

"What a shame."

leave, but Stewart