Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 161

Stella looked up at Briony, her expression dead serious. "Wait, is Rosita sick or something? Like, one of those trashy novel plots-tragic ex-girlfriend needs a kidney transplant or whatever... Hold up! You don't think Stewart's after your organs, do you?"

Briony just stared at her. "...."

As ridiculous as it sounded, Stella had actually gotten about half of it right.

"He said Rosita has a brain tumor," Briony replied quietly.

Stella's eyes went wide. "No way. Seriously? Wow, karma really is working overtime! Couldn't have happened to a nicer person, honestly."

Briony pressed her lips together, frowning slightly.

"What's with that look?" Stella frowned too. "Are you actually worried Stewart wants your body parts? Relax, even if he's lost his mind, Rosita needs a brain, not a kidney. Unless Stewart's found a mad scientist somewhere, you're safe—your head's staying right where it is."

Briony shot her a tired look. “Star, maybe lay off the soap operas for a while.”

“Alright, alright, I just thought I'd try to cheer you up a little." Stella put her hands up in surrender.

Briony sighed. "Just finish reading the agreement, will you?"

"Sure." Stella nodded obediently and went back to scanning the contract.

terms looked pretty good to

complains about too much money? The

Briony, who'd been raising that jerk's kid—and his mistress's kid, no less-for five long years. As far as Stella was concerned, the money, the house, all of it was nothing

Suddenly, her gaze froze on

It isn't spelled out anywhere in

face was tense. "It can't be anything

face like she'd

I really was too naive. I mean, what's Stewart's

temples. "I wish I knew what he was

chin on her hand and

the room

knock sounded at the door, and a moment later, a waiter came in, carrying their

dishes were

Stella grabbed a fork, speared a piece of carrot cake, and shoved it in her mouth. Through a mouthful, she mumbled, "Forget

an appetite. She absentmindedly ladled herself some soup and sipped at

said, poking at her rice with her fork and eyeing

bit curious about those three conditions he

I'm sure." Briony recoiled at the

think ignoring it would solve

He's the one who handed you the divorce papers, he's the one planning a wedding with