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

believed Stewart was dead-he

why was he here, in Blair's disguise, to see

Mr. Hoffman told him

eyes in a heavy silence, each lost in their

was

weary sigh, and reached up

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

maybe Blair had only ever existed during

pulled off the mask, his heart raced

He was scared, too.

to see him. Afraid she'd

she seemed so calm now. Even as he revealed

was rough, barely more than a whisper, trembling with emotion.

he wanted to say, and yet,

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