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.

Stewart's indifference now, all the

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

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

five years ago,

her accusations, his handsome features growing colder. "Being

his dark eyes, unflinching. "If I could

something hot and furious

didn't even have a chance to talk to your mother yesterday," he said, his voice cold and edged with anger. "Instead of blaming

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

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

bitter smile curled Briony's lips. "Right. I'm just being unreasonable, aren't

as he watched the way

really misunderstood Stewart." Rosita stepped up beside Stewart, looking at Briony with wide,

to step outside to take a call when Ms. Hudson arrived.

sharp. "Then tell me what did you

Ms. Hudson. She already thought I was the other woman because she knew about the divorce,

Stella practically gagged at Rosita's faux-innocence. "Please. Why don't you check your purse and see if you're carrying

tears springing to her

her own. "Oh, save it. Maybe your performance works on the gullible, but I'm not buying

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