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

voice was cold as ice. "You'd better

about? Afraid I'll secretly have a child and put them in line to fight Irwin

stomach. "Trust me, you not

to pull back, but his grip on her wrist

of

at the hospital, you were sick. You said it was food poisoning,

no idea what you're

Briony raised her hand

Smack.

howling wind and swirling snow. Stewart looked stunned. He clearly hadn't

wrench free, grab the fallen blanket, and wrap it tightly

him with a cold, unyielding stare. "What makes you think I'd ever want to have your

pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek where she'd slapped him, his

their vision, as

the storm, icy and

If that's all it is, what exactly are

me like a stranger to be used and guarded against-that I'd ever

wouldn't keep the baby. Because you are the last person I'd ever want

darkened, shadows settling over his

voice still cool. "Are you done