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

alive more than I do."

swirled

didn't trust Stewart-not for a

there was even a

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

"James?"

didn't answer, which was

your daughter," Stewart said. "Where we're going is pretty remote-it'll take at least a

Remote?

do you really trust me so little?"

right. I don't trust you at

I've got a professional team with me. All you have to do is follow my lead. I'll

her lips together and said nothing. She hung up without

in her room, Briony began to

out, cradling

Gwendolyn

paused, folding a sweater.

together. "What does he want this time?" Briony glanced