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·

Instead, you ran up here to pray for him. Don't kid yourself— divorce is

for a moment, rage boiling up inside her. She'd never been so furious in her twenty-seven

molars ached. "It's amazing I didn't see it before just how arrogant

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

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

strode past him, heading

was

caught up, grabbing her wrist in a firm

closed around her,

arm free, but

would it cost you to just be honest with me for once?" Stewart stared into her eyes, voice low and intense. "After five years of marriage, you're telling me

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

surprise flickering across

glaring at him with undisguised fury. "If you're really a man, then come

that, she spun on her heel and

his brow furrowed, eyes dark