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.

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

we're divorced," Stewart's gaze was icy as he held her stare, "you'll just turn

Star, I

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

of anger in Stewart's chest. His face darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes

down. She met his

stretched out, heavy

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

been an 'us' for a long

we're still married. That's

marriage

water glass and stood

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,

hate

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

be disappointed." Stewart stood, adjusting his suit jacket. "I get a full physical

"What a shame."

turned away, ready to leave, but