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

the world still believed Stewart was dead-he had

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

Mr. Hoffman told him she already knew the

in a heavy silence, each lost

it was Stewart who

let out a weary sigh,

familiar, nothing

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

pulled off the mask, his

He was scared, too.

to see him. Afraid she'd push him

he revealed himself, she didn't so

a whisper, trembling with emotion. He felt a painful tightness in his chest,

wanted to say, and yet,

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