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 frustration she'd

you and Rosita hadn't shown up at the hospital last time, my mother never would've learned about our

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

I never imagined, when I agreed to your arrangement five years ago, that this marriage would become such

listened to her accusations, his handsome features growing colder. "Being married to me is

unflinching. "If I could go

hot and

to your mother yesterday," he said, his voice cold and edged with anger.

in front of her,

be let down by Stewart any further, but

lips. "Right. I'm

frown deepened as he watched the way she

Rosita stepped up beside Stewart, looking at

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

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

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

faux-innocence. "Please. Why don't you check your purse and see if you're carrying a marriage certificate?

went pale, tears

it. Maybe your performance works on the gullible, but I'm not buying

trembling. "I swear I didn't