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?"

then suddenly stepped in, closing the

and she

wrist with one

pregnancy, didn't dare struggle too

years raising my son together, and

between us, Irwin is innocent. He doesn't understand any of this. He's always believed you're his mother. But you

laugh. "Stewart, you and your family lied to me, made me pretend to be Irwin's mother-and you're the ones responsible for my mom's death! So tell

himself. "Look, I know I'm responsible for what happened to your mother. But none of that is Irwin's

about my mother?" Briony shot

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

He went home crying, asking me if his

go!" Briony was seething,

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

right do you have to ask me to treat Irwin like before? My mother died because of your family-she's barely been

him, voice breaking. "Do you even have a conscience, Stewart?" He froze, stunned

the chance to shove him away and retreated several steps, fixing him with a

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