Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 278

It had been a beautiful night—the kind of night that felt touched by magic.

Perhaps that's why their child chose that moment to arrive.

But Stewart learned about it all far too late.

Was this what people called karma?

Somewhere deep within the hallway of his dream, a voice echoed through the shadows-

"Stewart, you are the most despicable man I've ever known."

"You've never once acknowledged the pain you and your family inflicted on me. From the very beginning, you only ever asked yourself two questions: 'Can I use her?' and 'Will she take good care of Irwin?' This marriage-what you needed wasn't a wife, but a perfectly placed pawn."

"In Ghana, there's a divorce tradition: couples who once loved each other, after everything falls apart, return to the very place they wed, dressed in their wedding clothes. The idea is to go back to where love began and let everything go, ending things together."

"But Stewart, we never loved each other. We never even had a wedding. So your grand divorce ceremony was doomed to be a farce from the start!"

"From this day on, Stewart, you're nothing but the executioner who indirectly killed my mother. We're better off strangers than ever meeting again!”

At the end of the corridor, Briony stood there in a white wedding dress.

He saw her and tried to reach her.

Briony turned away and ran out of the hall-

Stewart chased her all the way to the beach.

the sea; Briony stopped, half-shrouded in fog. Her voice was cold and full of

The ones who gave me life, and the one I gave life to, all gone because

life after this, I pray I

words faded, flames burst across her

widened in horror.

fire consumed Briony and the dress before he could reach her.

heart pounding, breath coming in ragged gasps

at his side in an instant.

mind

a dream.

sigh of relief and slowly pushed himself upright

Stewart pressed a

slipped into a high fever. You've been unconscious for three

Three days and nights?

weight settled in Stewart's chest.

"Ms. Kensington... Ms. Kensington was cremated this morning. Her burial service is probably taking place right

"What did you say?!"

over the

"Her arrangements were handled by Mrs. Winslow and

"I don't believe it!"

shoved past Carl, heading for

child. Their daughter is

barely a whisper. "The little one passed away the

stiffly, to face Carl, his dark eyes boring into him. "What

right now was enough to terrify

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