Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Beneath the streetlamp, the man advanced, each step deliberate and unyielding.

Briony stood her ground, refusing to flinch or retreat.

Four years had passed, yet it felt like an entire lifetime had slipped away.

Stewart's gaze lingered on the woman before him-her expression cool, distant. His eyes flickered with a tangle of emotions. She was alive.

Just as he'd suspected all along, and honestly, he wasn't surprised. For the past two years, he'd kept a careful eye on the art world, piecing together enough clues to realize that Leilani was, in fact, Briony. But he'd never made a move to find her.

Because Stewart believed-no, he was certain-that as long as Briony was alive, as long as they weren't divorced, she would eventually come back to him.

He'd imagined a hundred different ways their reunion could play out. But he never pictured this—standing together in the cemetery where their child was buried.

Stewart stopped, his brow creasing as he looked at Briony. "If you wanted to visit our son, you could have just told me," he said, his tone clipped and out of place for the moment.

Briony's lips pressed into a thin line. That was certainly one way to begin.

Cedric Clarke, anxious to keep the peace, hurried forward. "Stewart, let me explain―"

Stewart's eyes snapped to him. "So you've always known where Briony was, and you kept it from me, didn't you?"

Cedric hesitated, caught off guard.

"Cedric, this is between me and my wife," Stewart said curtly, pushing him aside. "You're crossing the line."

Cedric stumbled back, steadying himself with a sigh. "I know I was wrong to keep it from you, but please, don't lose your head. Now that you've seen each other, just talk it out for once-don't make things worse!"

But Stewart wasn't listening.

on Briony, his words icy. "You'd rather go to Cedric than come to me. Do

hate you," Briony replied, her voice flat and cold. "If I could choose, I wish it was you buried here instead." She paused, then added, "And by

long moment before asking quietly, "Is the

not what you think with Rosita. That whole thing was just for show-to help

you and she had." Briony cut him off, her voice sharper than before. "Rosita was responsible for my mother's death, and she killed my son with her own hands. She's my enemy. And you-you always took her side. You betrayed me over and over for her. Stewart, to me, you're no different from her. You're both my

get you answers about

what's that going to look like? Suppose I say I want Rosita ruined,

dropped, his voice low. "That's not something I can promise you." Briony let out a bitter

anything from Stewart. Provoking him like this was just

wanted. So what makes

marriage? I'm

him

turned and reached out

her anger boiling over as she slapped

let go, his eyes burning into hers. "I've seen our daughter," he said

curled Stewart's lips. "Silverlake. Old Town. Little Stars

"She's my daughter. Mine, and mine

his black eyes never leaving hers, "then I'll fight

Crack-

even harder. "Four years, Stewart, and you're

only smiled faintly. "I keep my promises." Seething, Briony spun on her heel