Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 48

Briony let out a cold laugh. "Honestly, the thought that I raised a child for you and Rosita for five years makes me sick."

Stewart slammed on the brakes.

The screech of tires cut through the night.

The Maybach stopped at the side of the road.

"Briony, Irwin really sees you as his mother," Stewart said, meeting her gaze in the rearview mirror. "Don't you think that's a little harsh?"

Briony looked away, her hand tightening at her side. She knew Irwin was innocent -she'd never once taken her anger out on him. But tonight, she had to say what needed to be said.

Her face remained cold. "I'm just telling the truth."

Stewart let out a derisive snort, his handsome face shadowed with anger. He was about to speak when his phone rang.

It was Rosita.

He hesitated, then answered. "Rosita... Don't worry, I'll be home soon."

When the call ended, Stewart turned toward Briony. But before he could say a word, she spoke.

"Unlock the door. I'm getting out."

Stewart pressed his lips together in frustration, but said nothing. He unlocked the doors.

Briony pushed open the door and stepped out of the car.

The door shut, and the Maybach pulled away into the darkness.

lips curled into a cold, bitter smile. No matter how much

as a single

right—no one in

Briony took out her phone to call a

front of her, harsh and blinding.

Range Rover slowed to

stepped out. He slammed the door with a thud,

"Briony!"

in casual clothes, and his face was good enough for a magazine cover-if he

him, frowning slightly, uncertain.

who remembers me! I half expected you to

silent for a moment, then

time in Northborough! No matter how busy you are, you should have made sure someone was there for me. Briony, you're unbelievable! You're the most unreliable person I know! No wonder the professor hasn't spoken to you in

lips together, guilt flickering across her face.

my mistake. I promise

guard by

hadn't even finished yelling at

as he glanced at her, he caught sight of the angry red marks

brow furrowed. "What...what happened to

private matters with people she barely knew. "Something

I meant..." James rubbed

this is the first time you've let

his stomach gave

make it up to

was practically starving, but tried to hide it behind a mask of pride. "Fine. Since you're so sincerely apologizing, I'll

"You drive, I'll tell