Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 134

She wasn't the least bit surprised to see Stewart still waiting for her.

Briony stepped out, locked the studio door behind her, and turned. Her gaze swept over Stewart with cool indifference.

Her eyes were calm, almost expressionless. "I'll be out of town for work the next few days. When I get back, let's set a time to go to city hall and finalize the divorce."

"You're in such a hurry to get divorced?" Stewart's eyes darkened. "Is this about James?"

Briony's expression grew colder.

He was the one cheating during their marriage, juggling two relationships at once -did he really think everyone else was as shameless as he was?

She had no desire to explain herself. Her tone was icy. "If you don't want to cooperate, then I'll just have to file for divorce."

"File for divorce?" Stewart let out a cold, humorless laugh, one eyebrow arching. "Do you really think anyone in Northborough would dare take on my divorce case?"

Briony frowned. "Stewart, what are you doing? There's nothing between us anymore-we have no feelings left, no children together, and no disputes over property. Why does a peaceful divorce have to be so impossible?"

"No feelings?"

face, then suddenly stepped in, closing the distance between

and she instinctively took a

her wrist with one hand, his other hand gripping her chin, forcing her to look up at

at him, but, mindful of the pregnancy, didn't dare struggle too

"Five years raising my son

He's always believed you're his mother. But

pretend to be Irwin's mother-and you're the ones

face clouded with anger. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "Look, I know I'm responsible for what happened to your mother. But none of that

mother?" Briony shot back, eyes

"That's not what I meant. I just think you shouldn't take it out

sigh. "You really hurt him today. He went home crying, asking me if his mom

me go!" Briony was seething, trying

far stronger. No matter how hard she pushed, he refused

like before? My mother died because of your family-she's

glared at him, voice breaking. "Do you even have a conscience, Stewart?" He

retreated several steps,

to him the difference between me and Rosita. You can't have everything, Stewart, and you