Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony had barely finished reading the message when Stewart's call came

through.

This time, she didn't hesitate-she picked up right away.

"Stewart, what did you mean by that message you sent me?"

"It's a long story," Stewart's voice was low and serious. "Pack your bags and meet me at the airport. I'll explain everything there."

Briony frowned. "You haven't told me anything. Why should I trust you?"

"When Ms. Hudson disappeared all those years ago, I hired an international search-and-rescue team. While the police were still searching the Pearbrook area, my team was already combing the coastline and open waters. We've never stopped looking, not even for a single year."

Briony's grip tightened around her phone. "So... you're telling me my mother might still be alive?"

"The latest report says she's alive, but we can't be completely sure yet," Stewart replied. “That's why I need you to come in person."

Briony closed her eyes. "Stewart, this better not be a cruel joke."

"I've always blamed myself for what happened to Ms. Hudson. No one wants her

than I do." Stewart's tone was grave and

thoughts swirled

Stewart-not for

mother. If there was even a sliver

go with you," she said. “But I'm bringing

"James?"

which was answer

said. "Where we're going is pretty remote-it'll

Remote?

really trust me so little?"

"You're right. I don't trust you at

have a choice," Stewart insisted. "Just come alone. I've got a professional team with me. All you have to do is follow

said nothing. She hung

in her room, Briony began

bathroom door opened, and Gwendolyn White stepped out, cradling Little Nina, who was wrapped

yet again, Gwendolyn looked puzzled.

folding a sweater.

Gwendolyn's brows knit together. "What does he want this time?" Briony