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·

wanted a divorce, you could have called me the moment James's surgery was over. Instead, you ran up here to pray for him. Don't kid yourself— divorce is the last thing on

moment, rage boiling up inside her. She'd never been

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

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

she snapped. "I don't have the patience for this. We're going

Briony strode

car was parked on the gravel lot

reach the car, Stewart caught up, grabbing her wrist

his hand closed around

fought to yank her arm free,

into her eyes, voice low and intense. "After five years of

ambushed earlier, the divorce would already be done! And now

surprise flickering

fury. "If you're really a

spun on

figure retreat, his brow