Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 62

Briony blinked, her gaze steady. "Do you know why I rang the doorbell at

Southcreek Manor today?"

Stewart offered no reply, his silence stretching between them.

She continued, “Because ever since the moment I signed the divorce papers and moved out, Southcreek Manor stopped being my home. When you visit someone else's house, you ring the bell. That's just common courtesy."

Stewart's brow furrowed. "If Irwin hears you say that, he'll be upset."

Briony let out a soft laugh, the swirling snow doing a fine job of hiding the redness in her eyes.

"You really do live up to your reputation, Stewart-the brilliant attorney everyone admires and fears. You certainly know how to twist the knife."

He remained stone-faced, refusing to argue. To Briony, that look meant only one thing: he couldn't even be bothered to explain.

crushed by that-hurt, even. But now? Not

said, if only to finally

what you think, Stewart? That my behavior today was cruel to

much Irwin depends on you." Stewart hesitated, then added, "In his heart, you're someone

know how important I am to him, why did you say those things to him? You want him to understand that blood family is irreplaceable, but you also want him to cling to me

icy. "Don't you realize how twisted

out a heavy sigh. "Irwin and Rosita are his real mother and son. Rosita's depression-well, reconnecting with Irwin has always been her biggest

never stopped them from being together," Briony shot back. "Me stepping aside was my way of making space for the three of you. I've done my part, played by the rules-what more do you want from

darkened, unreadable in the swirling

now felt to Briony like the

believed we were at least family, that we trusted and cared for each other. But you hid Irwin's parentage

Briony paused, swallowed hard, and drew a

the facts. But you-Stewart, you

never thought of you as