Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 63

The blanket slipped from Briony's shoulders and tumbled onto the snow-covered ground.

A biting chill wrapped around her, making her shiver.

"When Irwin threw something at you," Stewart said quietly, "the first thing you did was shield your stomach."

Briony froze, her breath catching in her chest.

She hadn't expected Stewart to notice something so small. Then again, he had been a father before-clearly, he'd done his homework back when Rosita was pregnant.

But what did it matter now, whether she was pregnant or not? What did any of this have to do with Stewart?

She'd already made up her mind-she wasn't going to have a child.

A child that would never be born... Stewart didn't need to know about it.

Steadying herself, Briony lifted her head to meet his gaze.

Their eyes locked. Stewart's stare was dark and razor-sharp, as if he could see straight through her.

Briony refused to look away. Her voice was even, almost bored. "I just have cramps. It's that time of the month."

Stewart watched her, searching her eyes for any sign of a lie.

Briony was too calm,

"You'd better not be lying

worried about? Afraid I'll secretly have a child and

her flat stomach. "Trust me, you not being

and trying to pull back, but his grip on

go of me,

with a probing look. "Last time at the hospital, you were sick. You said

no idea

break free, Briony raised her hand and slapped him

Smack.

swirling snow. Stewart looked stunned. He clearly hadn't

free, grab the fallen blanket,

them, she fixed him with a cold, unyielding stare. "What makes you

inside of his cheek where she'd slapped him, his eyes locked on her from just a few feet

blurred their vision, as if nature itself wanted to

the storm, icy and

wasn't it? If that's all

length, treated me like a stranger

by some accident I ever was, I wouldn't keep the baby. Because you are the last person I'd ever want to have a child

darkened, shadows settling over

"Are you done interrogating