Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 192

Stewart's hand clenched into a fist at his side, as if her words had struck something deep inside him.

"It's a pity-you're wrong," he said quietly.

Briony stared at him, her eyes brimming with scorn.

"If you truly understood the legend behind the Ghanaian divorce ritual, you'd realize just how absurd this little ceremony you've arranged really is."

His voice was low and heavier than she'd ever heard. "I just... wanted us to have something to remember. A way to mark what we had."

He searched her face, desperate, his gaze taking on a wild glint. "Briony, after five years of marriage, you can't tell me there's nothing left between us."

"Something between us?" Briony gave a sharp, bitter laugh, her eyes flashing with unshed tears. "Stewart, now that you realize you can't use my bond with Irwin to sway me, you want to play the 'husband and wife' card instead?"

Stewart's jaw tightened, his eyes fixed on hers.

continued, voice cold and unwavering: "But when was there ever

stopped breathing for a

on their wedding day-to the place where they began their marriage. The

"But Stewart, we never loved each other. We never even had a real wedding. So this whole charade of a divorce ritual? It's

opened his mouth as if to protest, but nothing came out. In the end, he

everything I need to say. Five years of marriage-five years of pretending to be a mother to Irwin-it all ends today." Briony's words were icy, final. "From now on, Stewart, you're nothing to me but the man who indirectly caused my mother's death. We're better off never seeing

to the side. One look was all she gave him before turning back

is Rosita. I can't keep pretending he's my son. So from now on, please take care of your

Briony turned away and strode toward the church

out instinctively, but he was a moment too

his fingers, leaving his

church. "Mom, where are you going? I'm sorry, I promise I'll be good! Please don't leave

Her steps

waiting for her, nodding in silent support. Briony took the lighter

edge of the beach, where