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

turned away, heading straight for the

turned, Stewart caught

His pupils contracted.

is

Did she see everything?

retreating figure, panic gnawed at

tugged his arm sharply, snapping

to lean in close. "There are a dozen reporters here.

Stewart's brows drew together.

features

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

the reporter, his eyes

in smoothly, "If you keep pressing, that would be impolite. The official date will be released on the group's

team of uniformed security guards appeared

and Stewart walked toward the parking lot, camera flashes

garage, Xenia's assistant Amy waited in a black town

climbed in;

Cooper, should

before Xenia could. "Take me to Southcreek Manor

to look at the man beside

Stewart a handful of times; they weren't

him as cool, reserved-a master of

admired that

heart had grown diamond-hard; it was rare

in a long

her asking for a bone marrow donation

proposed the marriage

a man as strong

he had lost

Xenia's voice was gentle as she looked at

his head down,

He had known.

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

couldn't help but wonder: Would she be angry with

didn't want Briony