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.

now; they could each choose whomever they wished. Stewart moving

and turned away, heading

Stewart caught sight of

His pupils contracted.

What is

Did she see everything?

Stewart watched Briony's retreating figure, panic gnawed

at his side tugged his arm sharply, snapping his attention back.

her height-amplified by heels-allowing her to lean in close. "There are a dozen reporters here. Are you trying

Stewart's brows drew together.

features back to their usual

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

glanced at the reporter,

in smoothly, "If you keep pressing, that would be impolite. The

security guards appeared and

in arm, Xenia and Stewart walked toward the parking lot, camera flashes tracking their

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

and Stewart climbed

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

"Take me to

look

met Stewart a handful of times;

cool, reserved-a master of composure, the kind of natural-born businessman who never

she admired that

heart had grown diamond-hard; it was rare for any man

was the first in a long time to

was why, when he'd come to her asking for a bone marrow

she'd proposed

man as strong

now, he had

to find out eventually" Xenia's voice was gentle as she looked at him. "When you signed that agreement with me, you must have known this day would

his

He had known.

away-seeing the sadness in her posture-he couldn't stop

Would she be angry with

didn't want Briony to