Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 92

Stewart strode straight over, blocking Briony's path.

She stopped and slowly lifted her gaze to meet his. Her eyes were empty, drained of any trace of emotion.

He looked at her, a strange, sharp ache twisting in his chest. "I'll get a search team organized-"

Crack!

A sharp slap cut him off mid-sentence.

Stewart's head snapped to the side. For a stunned moment, he just stood there, brows pinched in confusion before he finally turned to look at Briony.

Her hand—still trembling from the blow-fell limply to her side. She tried to clench her fist, but her fingers shook uncontrollably. She'd put everything she had into that slap, and now she had nothing left.

But she refused to let Stewart see her weakness. She glared at him coldly. "Get out of my way."

Stewart's expression darkened.

Cedric Clarke hurried over, grabbing Stewart by the arm and pulling him aside. "Let it go, man. She's not herself right now-you're only making things worse."

into a thin

being in control. For the

yes, he was angry. But when he met the burning resentment in Briony's eyes, he was left

and walked toward her car, her figure looking heartbreakingly slight against the biting winter

his chest. Almost without thinking, he reached out and caught her by the

but

lifeless, carried away by the wind, leaving only a lingering

the way she hung her head, his emotions swirling, but his

you want to

"Are you trying to drive

a long moment, no sound came. Finally, he managed just two words, low and

those words

Stella

turn around. She couldn't bear to

say it again. Let go

but he

he'd lost his mind-still desperate, in this moment,

glare at him with