Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony had been about to leave when she noticed Stewart moving toward the woman surrounded by reporters.

She stopped in her tracks, watching as Stewart crossed the floor, step by step, until he stood at the woman's side.

The woman had a striking bob and a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose.

As Stewart reached her, she slipped her arm naturally through his and, with her free hand, removed her sunglasses.

An exquisite, coldly beautiful face was revealed to the crowd.

Looking straight at the reporters, she exuded an unshakeable confidence; her gaze was cool and commanding, yet her crimson lips were curved in a flawless, practiced smile.

“I'd hoped to introduce my fiancé to you all at a more suitable occasion," she said, her voice clear and ringing. "But since you're all so curious, I suppose now is as good a time as any this is Mr. Wentworth, the man I am about to marry."

The crowd exploded.

"Mr. Wentworth?! Didn't he die in that accident last year?"

"It's really Stewart the former CEO of The Wentworth Group... Xenia Cooper's fiancé is actually him?"

Briony stared, frozen.

The barrage of reporters, Xenia's public announcement, Stewart's silent acquiescence-

Suddenly, the past few days made sense. Stewart's constant busyness... The "partner" he'd mentioned must have been Ms. Cooper.

On New Year's Eve, he'd rushed back home-before that, was he with Ms. Cooper?

No wonder he'd said, "It's a personal matter."

Spending time with his fiancée certainly qualified.

Briony couldn't even describe how she felt.

After the initial shock faded, reality crashed in: even if Stewart remarried, it had nothing to do with her.

each choose whomever they

gaze and turned

she turned, Stewart caught sight

His pupils contracted.

is

Did she see everything?

retreating figure, panic

arm sharply, snapping his attention back. He looked

to lean in close.

Stewart's brows drew together.

he schooled his features back to

was shoved toward him. "Mr. Wentworth, is it true you and Ms.

glanced at the reporter, his eyes

impolite. The official date will

uniformed security guards appeared and pushed the reporters

and Stewart walked toward the parking lot,

garage, Xenia's assistant Amy waited in a

Stewart climbed

the rearview mirror. "Ms. Cooper,

"Take me to Southcreek Manor

turning to look

a handful of times; they

meetings, Xenia had pegged him as cool, reserved-a master of composure, the

she admired that in

her own heart had grown diamond-hard; it was rare for

first in a long time to

he'd come to her asking for

proposed

needed a man as strong

just now, he had lost

she was bound to find out eventually" Xenia's voice was gentle as she looked at him. "When you signed that agreement with

his head down,

He had known.

the sadness in her posture-he couldn't stop

help but wonder: Would she be angry

want Briony