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

about too much money? The

jerk's kid—and his mistress's kid, no less-for five long years. As far as Stella was concerned, the

the last page. Suddenly, her gaze froze on an extra

spelled out anywhere

asked yet, but honestly?" Briony's face was tense. "It can't

like she'd bitten

was too naive. I mean, what's Stewart's deal, anyway? The guy's a billionaire lawyer-shouldn't he have

wish I

her chin on her hand and muttered,

mood in the

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

were

of carrot cake, and shoved it in her mouth.

absentmindedly ladled herself some soup

at her rice with her fork and eyeing

curious about those three conditions

good, I'm sure." Briony recoiled at the

didn't think ignoring

unhinged lately. He's the one who handed you the divorce papers,