Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 61

The blizzard was relentless, and the wipers thrashed frantically across the windshield as Stella crawled along the empty road.

Inside the car, the heater was on full blast, and gentle music drifted through the warm air.

Briony leaned back, eyes closed, her whole body as still as Milo beside her.

Stella kept sneaking glances her way.

She didn't know exactly what had happened back at Southcreek Manor, but she could sense Briony had been hurt badly this time.

Honk! Honk!

Suddenly, a car horn blared from behind.

Stella glanced in the rearview mirror.

A sleek black Maybach was barreling up behind them, closing in fast.

"Is that Stewart's car behind us?" she asked, tension creeping into her voice.

Briony slowly opened her eyes, looked into the mirror, and frowned slightly. "It's him."

“He's flashing his lights at us!" Stella pressed harder on the gas. "Seriously, what does he want now?!"

"Just ignore him," Briony replied quietly.

I'd do anything

tighter, her nerves firing as she sped up. “Buckle up,

an hour was already pushing the limits of Stella's skills

before the Maybach

breath when the Maybach suddenly swerved, fishtailing right in front

eyes went wide as she slammed on

the momentum,

breathing, Stella turned to Briony. "Bryn,

Briony said, shaking her head. "Are

Stewart a piece of my mind! I swear, if I get

finished

turned, she saw Stewart himself standing right in front

car.

whipped back and forth, but nothing could obscure the force

coat snapping in the wind and snow. Nearly

from him. His handsome face was unreadable, his dark eyes fixed deeply,

hard and

from a fight, but if he's our opponent, I think our only shot

around her shoulders. "He's here for me.

to drag you off?" Stella protested, eyes wide with

paused, glancing back at

a few seconds before Briony let out a small, exasperated laugh. "Star, maybe lay off

Stella pouted. "...Fine."