Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony needed to break free from Stewart, but if the price of freedom was becoming a murderer, that was simply too high a cost.

That's why James silently hoped Stewart would come out of this unscathed.

Briony deserved a life untainted by Stewart's shadow.

Two people who were never meant to stay together-after the divorce, they could each go their separate ways, find their own peace.

That was the best ending anyone could hope for.

...

Stewart sat beside Briony, watching her, but she never looked up, her attention fixed on her phone.

Nearby, a young couple had just received their marriage certificate. The woman, beaming, linked arms with her new husband, chattering about where they should go for dinner that night.

The man smiled and told her he'd already booked a hotel-two days and one night of a romantic getaway, just for the two of them.

Hearing this, the woman's face lit up with delight. She held his arm tighter, her laughter ringing with pure, sweet happiness.

Stewart couldn't help but be pulled back to nine years ago, to the day he and Briony registered their marriage.

That day, after they signed the papers, he had to rush to court, so he gave her the code to his house, told her to move into Southcreek Manor on her own.

By the time he finished work and came home, it was already past midnight.

He hadn't expected to find Briony asleep on the sofa, a modest dinner-four dishes and a soup-laid out on the table.

When Briony woke and saw him, the first thing she asked was, "Have you eaten?"

She was only twenty-one then, her face still soft with youth, her wide eyes searching his face with a hint of nervousness.

Even though he'd already

eaten yet, she sprang into action,

particularly good; there was even a bit of eggshell in

realized, far too late, that when he married Briony, she was still just

night, as he picked at the awkward meal, he caught sight of a Band-Aid

little then, but the feeling was

had already gone upstairs to tend to little Irwin, who wouldn't stop

cooking improved with every meal. She turned their house into a

Stewart had never noticed the effort behind it

he took for granted was something Briony had built with five years of her youth-day by day, bit by bit-pouring

was the one who lost it

his eyes, Adam's apple bobbing as

ache in his chest spread, sharp and unrelenting, creasing his brow

he truly understood-he was

Stewart knew: their marriage

voice called

It was their turn.

rose and walked toward the

a slow, steady breath, and stood. His tall frame wavered for a moment, but he caught himself on the back of

nearly rushed

balance and join Briony at the counter, Cedric let out a silent

divorce agreement, court documents, and

stamped the certificates, and

One

"Divorce Certificate." At

walked straight for

rose as well.

Briony didn't look back.

catch up to her now. Struggling to stay upright, Stewart glanced