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."

pressed his lips into a thin line, his dark

being in control. For the first time, he found

he met the burning resentment

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

swallowed hard, fighting through the pain that gripped his chest. Almost without thinking, he reached out and caught her by

froze, but didn't look

said. Her voice was hoarse and lifeless, carried away by the wind, leaving only a lingering

Stewart refused to release her. He stared at the way she hung her head, his emotions swirling, but his lips

you want

glare. "Are you trying

lips parted, but for a long moment, no

now, those

Stella fell

couldn't bear

I won't say it again. Let go

clenched, but he

his mind-still desperate, in this moment, for Briony to turn and look at

glare at him with all the hatred