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.

all the frustration

the hospital last time, my mother never would've learned about our

been dragged through the mud online, and

arrangement five years ago, that this marriage

accusations, his handsome features growing colder. "Being

I could go back and choose

something hot and furious

yesterday," he said, his voice cold and edged with anger. "Instead of blaming

the man in front of her, realizing yet again -that disappointment

thought she couldn't possibly be let down by Stewart any further, but

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

as he watched the way

Rosita stepped up beside Stewart, looking at Briony with wide, innocent

your mother visited yesterday. Stewart's been caught up in a tough case lately, and he happened to step outside to

turned to Rosita, her voice sharp. "Then tell me what did you say to

Rosita shook her head. "I barely know Ms. Hudson. She already thought I was the other woman because she knew about the divorce, so she was cold to me. I offered her some tea, but

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

pale, tears springing

Maybe your performance works on

looked up at him, voice trembling. "I swear I didn't say anything. Please,