Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart walked over and settled into the armchair across from her.

His deep-set eyes lingered on her. His voice was low, measured. "When are you coming home?"

"Home?" Briony let out a cold laugh. "Stewart, do you really think there's still a home for you and me?"

"We're not divorced." Stewart's face was unreadable. "It's been a week. Don't you think it's time to let things go?"

Briony almost laughed at the absurdity.

"Stewart, in your mind, did you really think I spent the last four years hiding away in that old town just to spite you?"

The sarcasm in her voice was unmistakable.

He pressed his fingers against his brow, as if fighting off a headache. "What do you want, Briony? What will it take for you to come back?"

"I have a steady life here," she shot back. "I'm surrounded by people who love me, real friends and family. I don't have to look over my shoulder, worried Rosita will try to ruin me, all because of you. Why would I go back? To be someone's victim again?"

Stewart's mouth tightened. After a moment, he said, "At least do it for the kids. Little Nina can't spend her whole life in a tiny town like this. If you come back to Northborough, I'll make sure she has the very best."

you mean the privileges of the Wentworth family? Or are you

have Irwin. He's always been your favorite, your one true heir to

was steady, his tone serious. "I'll be fair to

are supposed to move

her, then sighed. "Irwin's asked about you a lot these past four years. You misunderstood his background before, but I've explained everything. You raised

could Stewart even say such a

tight on her knee, "but have you ever thought about

Stewart flinched.

glare was

son! You

you

her child to guilt me? Stewart, are you

already made sure Rosita and Irwin have no contact," Stewart

not fit to

you dare expect me to treat him like my own! You should be grateful he has a father like you,