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.

choose whomever they wished. Stewart moving on was only

gaze and turned away, heading straight

turned, Stewart

His pupils contracted.

is

Did she see everything?

retreating figure, panic gnawed

his side tugged his arm sharply, snapping his attention back. He looked down,

head, her height-amplified by heels-allowing her to lean in close. "There are a dozen reporters here.

Stewart's brows drew together.

features back to their

toward him. "Mr. Wentworth, is it true you

glanced at the reporter, his eyes icy.

The official date will be

words, a team of uniformed security guards appeared

and Stewart walked toward the parking lot, camera flashes

the underground garage, Xenia's assistant Amy waited in a black

Stewart climbed

glanced at them in the rearview mirror. "Ms. Cooper, should I take you

"Take me

turning to look at the man beside

a handful of times; they

first meetings, Xenia had pegged him as cool, reserved-a master of composure, the kind of natural-born businessman who never let his guard

she admired that in

diamond-hard; it was rare for any man to

in a long

when he'd come to her asking for a bone marrow donation

proposed

man as strong and as rational

now, he had

voice was gentle as she looked at him. "When

kept his

He had known.

the sadness in

wonder: Would she be angry with

Briony to be