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.

and crossed the room with effortless confidence before coming

instinctively started to rise, but Stewart's large hand settled gently on her shoulder. "Stay seated. I'll handle this," he said

yet in that moment

been undone by the

on her knees, long lashes hiding the turmoil in her

insisted on causing trouble, it would only waste more time and energy-something she couldn't afford, not with surgery scheduled for tomorrow. The last thing she wanted was for Mack's drama to ruin

she accepted Stewart's

was forced to cooperate, and within ten minutes, the paperwork

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

glare, but didn't dare look at

the precinct, Briony turned

the polite distance in her tone. His eyes softened, just a shade. "You're still my wife, at least in name. I'm not about to let you be

wasn't the first time Stewart had said something like

the ground and she was struggling against competitors, Stewart had stepped in

been deeply moved-naïvely believing maybe he cared for her,

same: they were legally married, their reputations intertwined. He was

distant, detached man, Briony felt an

hold onto him, yet her heart betrayed her every time he drew