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.

Attorney Wentworth," 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

Stewart's gaze was icy as he held her stare,

Star, I have

that far for Stella?" "Yes," Briony said, voice unwavering. "Star is worth

chest. His face darkened,

back down. She met

out, heavy

out a dry chuckle, lips twisting. "Whether we divorce or

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

we're still married. That's a

marriage in

set down her water glass and

title of Mrs. Wentworth. Who knows-if you die unexpectedly someday, I'll be your legal heir. Sometimes, when you look at things from

an eyebrow at that. "Do you hate me so much

short, bitter laugh. "Did you expect me to wish you

stood, adjusting his suit jacket. "I get a full physical every year. With any luck, I'll

"What a shame."

to leave,