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?"

Briony. Blood isn't everything. Since you moved out, Irwin's

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

on her.

with anger. "How could it not be? In all these years, did you ever once think about

stayed silent, the lines of guilt etched clearly

"Yes, we married for our own reasons, but it was still a real marriage, with real vows, real obligations. I held up my end. I was faithful. I was there for you and for Irwin. What about you? From the start, you lied to me, used me. You hid your other life. You couldn't bear to ask Rosita to give up her career for her own child, but you didn't hesitate to hand me the burden- letting me play the clown, parading as Irwin's mother, when all

a bitter, half-choked laugh. "When Rosita came back, did I fight? Did I make a scene? I stepped aside for her, played my part so well that people thought I was the mistress. I was the one

in her voice. He swallowed

off, her voice sharp and incredulous. "Is that all you have to say? You think you can sweep away everything you've done to me

froze, her words

very beginning, you only saw me as useful—someone who could

throat. In his eyes, a storm

need one-not anymore. She'd already reached the end