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, too

ice. "You'd better not

I'll secretly have a

"Trust

shoving his hand away and trying to pull

of

the hospital, you were sick. You said it was food poisoning, but it was morning sickness,

have no idea what you're

Briony raised her hand and slapped him

Smack.

the howling wind and swirling snow. Stewart looked stunned. He clearly

the opening to wrench free, grab the fallen blanket, and

paces between them, she fixed him with a cold, unyielding stare. "What makes you think I'd ever

pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek where she'd slapped him, his eyes locked on her

their vision, as if nature itself wanted to

cut through the storm, icy and

always a transaction, wasn't it? If that's all it is, what

makes you think-when you've always kept me at arm's length, treated me like a stranger to be used and guarded against-that I'd ever be desperate enough

some accident I ever was, I wouldn't keep the baby. Because you are the last

Stewart's expression darkened, shadows settling over

him down, voice still cool. "Are you done interrogating me?"