Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 626

Inside the tiny fitting room, Briony stood frozen, her arms full of lacy lingerie she had no intention of trying on.

The space was barely three feet wide-cramped even for one person. But, as if that weren't enough, this particular fitting room opened up to a narrow staircase leading to a loft above a makeshift storage attic.

She heard footsteps approaching.

Sensing something, Briony looked up.

A figure dressed in black appeared in the doorway.

It was a man-black baseball cap pulled low, half his face hidden behind a mask, only his eyes visible: narrow, deep-set, and impossible to read.

He was tall. With two long strides, he descended the twisting wooden steps from the attic and stood before her.

The moment he appeared, Briony understood what Mary had been planning all along.

She stared at the man in front of her, her thoughts scattered, as if time itself had stopped.

still dressed as

believed Stewart was dead-he had to

was he here, in Blair's disguise, to

him she already knew

heavy silence, each lost

it was Stewart who gave

let out a weary sigh, and reached up

face-sharp features, striking and familiar, nothing like the

someone else playing Blair. Or maybe Blair had only ever existed during that first interview, and since then, it had always been

pulled off the

He was scared, too.

Briony wouldn't want to see him. Afraid she'd push him

seemed so calm now. Even as he revealed himself,

barely more than a whisper, trembling with emotion. He felt a painful tightness in his chest, his eyes

wanted to say, and yet, he couldn't find the

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