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.

the

the hospital last time, my mother

you two, I wouldn't have been dragged through

I never imagined, when I agreed to your arrangement five

his handsome features growing colder. "Being married

"If I could go back and choose again, I'd never

something hot

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

caught. She stared at the man in front of her, realizing yet again -that disappointment in someone truly had no

she couldn't possibly be let down by Stewart any

Briony's lips. "Right. I'm just being

deepened as he

stepped up

your mother visited yesterday. Stewart's been caught up in a tough case lately, and he happened to step outside to take a call when Ms. Hudson arrived. She waited in the office for a few minutes, then

her voice sharp. "Then tell me what did you say to my

She already thought I was the other woman because she knew about the divorce, so

Stella practically 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 she didn't slap you, it's

face went pale, tears springing to her

own. "Oh, save it. Maybe your performance works on the gullible, but I'm

up at him, voice trembling. "I swear I didn't