Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 89

Stewart's sudden, softened tone caught Rosita off guard. She looked at him, her brows knitting in silent confusion.

But Briony had no time to dwell on Stewart's change in attitude.

Right now, all she cared about was finding her mother.

Any lead, any glimmer of hope-she refused to let it slip by.

She fixed Stewart with a fierce stare. "My mom's missing."

Stewart's brow furrowed. "When did this happen?"

"Last night. After she left your office."

Briony's gaze was icy, her resentment barely concealed.

Stewart flinched under her glare. “Briony, do you really think your mother's disappearance has something to do with me?"

"She vanished right after seeing you! Who else am I supposed to come to?!"

Her voice broke, anger and desperation colliding. Briony's chest heaved, and for a moment the room spun. She pressed her lips together, fighting back tears that threatened to spill from her reddened eyes.

She'd spent the entire night searching-she was at her breaking point.

now, all the

Rosita hadn't shown up at the hospital last time, my mother never

you two, I wouldn't have been dragged through the mud online, and my mom wouldn't think I

agreed to your arrangement five years ago, that this marriage

her accusations, his handsome features growing colder. "Being married

met his dark eyes, unflinching. "If I could go back and choose again, I'd never

expression darkened completely, something hot and furious rising

your mother yesterday," he said, his voice cold and edged with anger. "Instead of blaming me, maybe you should focus on where she

caught. She stared at the man in front of her, realizing yet again -that disappointment

by Stewart any

"Right. I'm just being

frown deepened as he watched the way she

stepped up beside Stewart, looking at

caught up in a tough case lately, and he happened to step outside to take a call when Ms.

"Then tell me

woman because she knew about the divorce, so she was cold to me. I offered her some tea,

gagged at Rosita's faux-innocence. "Please. Why don't you check your purse and see if you're carrying a marriage certificate? Ms. Hudson was perfectly restrained-if

went pale, tears springing to her

performance works on the

"I swear I didn't say anything. Please, tell Ms. Kensington—I didn't even talk to