Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 207

How did Stewart know she was here?

Briony stared coolly at Stewart as he came to a stop just a few paces away. "Stewart, did you have someone follow me?"

"In Northborough, it isn't hard for me to find someone I'm looking for."

Standing beneath his umbrella, Stewart's face was cold and severe. His gaze flicked briefly to the statue of a saint behind Briony.

"You're really going all out for James," he said with biting sarcasm. "You were attacked this morning, yet you still dared to come up here alone."

Briony had no patience for his accusations. Her tone was icy as she replied, "Since you clearly already know what happened to me this morning, there's no need to explain. It's still early-we might as well swing by city hall and get the divorce paperwork over with."

A bitter, humorless smile tugged at Stewart's lips. "Briony, I have to say, your performance is pretty convincing."

Briony frowned. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"If·

was over. Instead, you ran up here to pray for him. Don't kid yourself— divorce is the last thing

up inside her. She'd never been

let out a cold laugh, jaw clenched so tight her molars ached. "It's amazing I didn't see it before

darkened. "Briony, if you don't want a divorce, just say it. There's no need for all these games. You know,

patience

strode past him, heading

waiting; his car was parked on the gravel lot outside the

reach the car, Stewart caught up, grabbing her wrist

touch me!" The moment his hand closed around her, Briony's

her arm free,

stared into her eyes, voice low and

ambushed earlier, the divorce would already be done! And now you're blaming me for missing the appointment, insisting I'm playing hard

faltered, surprise flickering

with undisguised fury. "If you're really a man, then come with me to city hall right

spun on her heel and

watched her slender figure retreat, his brow furrowed, eyes