Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Bryn, please—don't cry, I..."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Briony looked at him, her voice trembling. "Stewart, this is my life. I don't need you to save me like this."

A sharp pain twisted in Stewart's chest.

"Bryn, the only thing that matters is that you're alive."

He reached out, wanting to wipe away her tears, but Briony stepped back and stood up, just out of reach.

She brushed the tears from her face, her voice icy. "You traded ten years of marriage to save my life, Stewart. Do you really think that makes you some kind of hero?"

Stewart's breath caught. "I didn't think about any of that. In that moment, all I wanted was for you to survive. Bryn, everything else pales in comparison to you being alive..."

Briony stared at him, eyes shining with tears.

laugh and nodded. "You're right. Compared to being

this. You have to live. Our kids need

nothing to do with you. I didn't tell you beforehand, because this was my choice. Even now, if Xenia Cooper is coming after you, it's because of me. If you want to call me selfish, fine—maybe I am. I just couldn't

trembled as she gazed at him, silent tears streaming

excuse, never once mentioning how

through, if she still doubted Stewart's feelings for her, she'd be lying to

she couldn't bear the

or at least remained friends, but things had

you say it, I'll

kids, then that's what I'll believe. If you say I don't owe you anything, then I'll accept that we're even. I can do it. I'm not as kind as you think, Stewart I want to Jive. You're

as though

on, there won't be a room for you at Pearbrook Mansion. If you want to

words became, but her tears only

any longer. He stepped forward and pulled her into

her face in