Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 190

Briony remained silent throughout the entire ordeal.

She moved like an emotionless automaton, trailing after Stewart and Irwin as they stopped at tourist hotspots along the beach and outside the church, dutifully posing for every photo.

Off to the side, Stella and Cedric Clarke watched the picture-perfect "family of three." Stella's face was flush with anger, while Cedric stood awkwardly, unsure what to do.

By the time the clock neared eleven, the photoshoot was finally over.

The sun in Accra was at its fiercest, beating down from above. Briony's normally pale cheeks were flushed pink from the relentless heat.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, glancing around for Stella, when suddenly a bottle of water appeared in front of her.

Stewart offered it to her. "Here, have some water."

Briony barely spared him a glance. She didn't take the bottle, her voice cool and

detached as she asked, "The pictures are done. Can I leave now?"

"There's still one last thing," Stewart replied quietly. "Inside the church. Everything's set."

Briony let out a cold laugh. "The divorce ceremony, right?"

arched an eyebrow. "So you

Briony said, her tone icy. "Even if it were real,

"After today, it

her head, unimpressed. "You're unbelievable." She turned away. "I need

her dress,

her dress, whispering,

seat of the car. "Star, could you grab

"Of course!"

Inside the church.

to the altar, and a

truth, the so-called "divorce ceremony" wasn't pure legend. Over the past couple of years, a trending song called "Divorce in the Republic of Ghana"

some companies had begun to offer

spared no expense to hire

was a

stood at the altar in a crisp white tailcoat, looking

the pews, only the wedding company staff,

priest stepped onto the altar, glancing first at Stewart, then at the sparse crowd, a complicated expression on his

career that he'd been asked to preside over a "divorce ceremony" at the request of a foreign

entire beachfront and church for