Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He looked up at Briony again, his gaze steady. "Name your terms. What do I have to do for you to come home with our daughter?"

"If you really insist on us coming back," Briony took a deep breath, her voice frosty, "then press charges against Rosita and make sure she goes to prison."

"I can't do that."

"Then there's nothing left to discuss." Briony's tone was icy and final. "Unless your son comes back to life, I'm done making compromises for you."

"I promised Randolph I would look after Rosita. I can't go back on my word. But," Stewart hesitated, "I can promise you this-whatever happens with Rosita from now on, I won't get involved."

The implication was clear: if Briony wanted to do anything to Rosita, he wouldn't stand in her way.

In other words, he wasn't going to shield Rosita anymore.

Briony understood-this was the biggest concession Stewart could make right

now.

"Stewart, you'd better keep your word."

"I don't need to lie to you about something like this."

a cold laugh. "As if you haven't schemed

Stewart met her eyes, his expression earnest. "Briony, for her sake,

Briony said coolly,

Stewart frowned. "Why not?"

you—I'm never going back there." Her tone was firm. "I have my own

like Southcreek Manor, we

Stewart wouldn't back

I do that holding a grudge isn't going to solve anything. I gave you my word about Rosita and I intend to keep it. I'm serious about fixing our

lips together, saying

liked the Pearbrook neighborhood, right?" Stewart said. "Four years ago, I bought a riverside villa there.

we'll move

Briony still didn't respond.

you want, now's

Irwin isn't coming with

the eye. "I told you, I'll treat both kids equally. I'm not asking you to love Irwin like your own, but at the very least, you still need to play the

Briony let out a