Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Star," Briony called softly.

"Briony!"

Stella snatched up a pillow and barreled over, brandishing it like a weapon. "If I don't knock some sense into you today, I'll take your last name—!"

Briony: "..."

James: "..."

What everyone expected to be a tender reunion between sisters took an abrupt turn, thanks to Stella's unpredictable ways.

Briony didn't even try to dodge. She simply took the full brunt of Stella's "pillow strike."

"Briony, are you out of your mind? I lose my memory and you just let me run wild?! I was chasing after some guy like a lovesick idiot, and you didn't smack me back to reality-you just left! You let that pretentious bastard, Cedric Clarke, take advantage of me! And then, like an idiot, I went and had a kid with him! Sis, you know I'm a die-hard bachelorette!"

"For crying out loud! Now I'm not only married, I've got a kid, and worst of all, I've become... the thing I fear most—a housewife! Aaargh, Briony, I don't care! You didn't stop me, so this is all your fault!"

Briony: "..."

James strolled over and wrestled the pillow from Stella's hands. "Alright, enough already. With the way you were swooning back then, if Bryn had tried to talk sense into you, you probably would've scratched her face off."

Stella: "..."

Sure, I'm a sucker for a pretty face, but Cedric Clarke was Stewart's friend. He was on Stewart's side-I'd never betray my best

her. "Even your dad couldn't talk you out of it. What chance did

nothing new!" Stella shot back. "But I always

James retorted, twisting the knife. “Listening to Bryn didn't stop

Stella: "..."

shut up." Briony shot him a

stay out of it."

that Briony abandoned Stella back then-Scarlett Joyner had decided Briony was a bad influence and forbade

she was Stella's mother -what could

with Stella's memory finally restored, she'd rushed to find

Stella rant,

she still didn't

Scarlett's behind-the-scenes

interference.

no intention of letting her

the few who knew the whole story, could only

am I supposed to do now?” Stella groaned, raking her fingers through her hair in distress. "Every time I see Cedric Clarke, I just want to crawl under the floor! I don't even like him! Why do I still remember those four years, even after getting my real

shot her a look. "Then how exactly