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.

cold and unwavering: "But when was there ever love between

stopped breathing for a

faded, they return together-dressed as they were on their wedding day-to the place where they began their marriage. The ritual is about going back to where you

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

but nothing came out. In the end,

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

side. One look was all she gave him before

mother is Rosita. I can't keep pretending he's my son. So from now

and strode toward

Stewart reached out instinctively, but he

his fingers, leaving his hand empty-and

cry echoed through the church. "Mom, where are you going? I'm

didn't look back. Her

her, nodding in silent support. Briony took

the beach, where her