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.

have felt crushed by

if only to finally lay them to

you think, Stewart? That my behavior

then added, "In his heart, you're someone Rosita could never

those things to him? You want him to understand that blood family is irreplaceable, but you also want him to cling to me

voice icy. "Don't you realize how twisted that

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

them from being together," Briony shot back. "Me stepping aside was my way of making space for the three of you. I've done

gaze darkened, unreadable in

silence now felt to Briony like the most natural

ever thought of our marriage, but as far as I was concerned—even if there was no love, I believed we were at least family, that we trusted and cared for each other. But you hid Irwin's parentage from me. You had me raise your and Rosita's child,

words still stung, even now. Briony paused, swallowed hard, and drew a shaky breath, forcing herself to

always a transaction. But even in a business partnership, I deserved to know the facts. But you-Stewart, you

thought of you