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 she'd bottled up

up at the hospital last time, my

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

never imagined, when I agreed to your arrangement five years

features growing colder.

dark eyes, unflinching. "If I could go back and choose again, I'd

darkened completely, something hot and

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 she might

front of her, realizing yet again -that disappointment in someone truly had no

Stewart any further,

lips. "Right.

frown deepened as he watched the way she

really misunderstood Stewart." Rosita stepped up

to step outside to take a call when Ms. Hudson arrived. She waited in the office for a few minutes,

to Rosita, her voice sharp. "Then tell me what

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

"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 just because she's got

face went pale, tears springing to

it. Maybe your performance works on

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