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

much money? The more, the

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,

page. Suddenly, her gaze froze on an extra clause

It isn't spelled out

face was tense. "It can't

a face like she'd

for nothing! Guess I really was too naive. I mean, what's Stewart's deal, anyway? The guy's

her temples. "I wish I knew what he

propped her chin on her hand and muttered,

in the room suddenly

knock sounded at the door, and a moment

the dishes were set out on

a piece of carrot cake, and shoved it in her mouth. Through a mouthful, she mumbled, "Forget the jerk for now,

She absentmindedly ladled herself some soup and

way," Stella said, poking at her rice with her fork and

least bit curious about those three conditions he

recoiled at the thought, which was why

ignoring

you the divorce papers, he's the one planning a wedding with Rosita, and now he's