Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 191

Stewart stood in the doorway, his expression dark as he faced Briony, who wore a simple black dress that made her look both elegant and distant.

She walked up to him, stopping just a few feet away. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the tension between them was palpable.

Briony's lips curled into a cold, almost mocking smile. "Surprised to see me?" she asked, her voice edged with frost.

Stewart's gaze was steady, heavy with accusation. "You never intended to work with me, did you?"

She arched an eyebrow, her voice flat. "I haven't done enough for you? For five years, I played my part. As your legal wife, as Irwin's legal guardian-I did everything that was asked of me. I have nothing to be ashamed of."

"And what good did any of that do?" Stewart pressed, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Briony's eyes flashed. "The moment I found out Rosita was Irwin's biological mother, all I wanted was to walk away clean. But you? You wanted the perfect family reunion with Rosita and Irwin, while still binding me to you with your so- called legal responsibilities. For five years, I raised Irwin. I never asked him for anything in return, but somehow I'm the one being painted as the cold-hearted woman who abandoned her child?"

years together means something, Briony. Blood isn't everything. Since you moved out, Irwin's missed you every single day. This marriage-it's not

sharp, humorless laugh. "As I think? Stewart, do you really believe what

fixed on her.

be? In all these years, did you ever once think about telling me the truth

of guilt etched clearly on

for Irwin. What about you? From the start, you lied to me, used me. You hid your other life.

Did I make a scene? I stepped aside for her, played my part so well that people thought

saw the redness in her eyes, heard the ache in her voice. He swallowed hard. "You're wrong about all that.

all you have to say? You think you can sweep away everything you've done to

froze, her words landing like

raw. "From the very beginning, you only saw me

in his throat. In his eyes, a

for a reply. She didn't need one-not anymore. She'd already reached the end of her patience, and the end of her