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.

was still dressed as

Stewart was dead-he had

in Blair's disguise, to

told him she

silence, each lost in their

end, it was Stewart who gave

closed his eyes, let out a weary sigh, and

striking and familiar, nothing like the scarred, twisted visage she'd seen at

Blair. Or maybe Blair had only ever existed during that first interview, and since

the mask,

He was scared, too.

see him. Afraid

seemed so calm now. Even as he revealed himself, she

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

wanted to say, and yet, he couldn't

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