Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 32

At the precinct, the officers replayed the traffic footage: Briony's car sat still even three seconds after the light turned green, but Mack hadn't slowed down at all— resulting in a rear-end collision.

"Even though the first car delayed starting, the second car failed to slow down at the intersection. This misjudgment caused the crash, so the driver at the back is fully responsible," the officer explained. "You two can discuss: do you want to go through insurance or settle privately?"

"Officer, look-I'm injured!" Mack pointed at a tiny scrape on his forehead, exaggerating his distress. “I'm feeling dizzy, nauseous-I need to get checked at the hospital!"

"You can go," the officer replied, "but we need to finish the paperwork here first."

"No way, I'm about to throw up!" Mack clutched his head, feigning agony. "You'd better get me to a hospital right now, or if anything happens to me, you'll all be held responsible!"

He was clearly just trying to make trouble.

Sitting nearby, Briony watched Mack's performance with cold detachment.

She knew Mack could easily pay for the damages he was just doing this to spite her. This accident was nothing more than his opening act in a game designed to torment her.

"If the party at fault refuses to cooperate, then we'll let the courts handle it," came a deep, commanding voice.

Briony blinked in surprise and turned to see Stewart striding in from the hallway.

room with

hand settled gently on her shoulder. "Stay seated. I'll handle this," he said quietly, his words simple but landing with the weight of a thousand unspoken

she'd stopped caring about Stewart long ago, yet in that

undone by the smallest gestures of kindness from

her gaze, she clenched her hands on her knees, long lashes hiding the turmoil in her

herself. But if Mack insisted on causing trouble, it would only waste more time and energy-something

she accepted

Mack didn't dare make another scene. He was forced to cooperate, and within

car would be sent to the repair shop, and she'd be without it for

Briony a hateful glare, but didn't dare look

precinct, Briony turned

eyes softened, just a shade. "You're still my wife, at least in name. I'm not

first time Stewart had said

ground and she was struggling against

time, she'd been deeply moved-naïvely believing maybe he cared for her, even

reasoning had always been the same: they were legally married, their reputations intertwined. He was

facing the same distant, detached man, Briony felt an ache in

yet her heart betrayed her