Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 219

Briony often thought back to five years ago, when she'd walked straight into Stewart's den of wolves. Maybe she'd done it because the circumstances forced her hand, maybe Stewart had orchestrated everything too perfectly, or maybe she'd simply been too young and naive, swept up by her own foolish crush. Probably, it was a mix of all those things.

Even now, after everything, she could look at her marriage to Stewart-however much she'd been hurt or doubted-and still say with a clear conscience that she'd done nothing wrong.

But if, today, she let herself agree to Garry's terms just to get a divorce from Stewart-even knowing full well that Garry's intentions were far from pure-well, then she really would have lost her mind.

With that thought, Briony let out a cold laugh. "Garry, have you ever considered another possibility?"

Garry raised his eyebrows, making an inviting gesture. "Ms. Kensington, by all means, speak your mind."

"Between spending a lifetime in a loveless, empty marriage with Stewart and dealing with you, I'd much rather avoid you altogether."

As soon as she finished speaking, Briony turned on her heel and walked away without a backward glance.

Garry watched her slim figure recede into the distance.

After a long moment, the corners of his lips curled in a chilly smirk. "Stewart, you're going to fall at her hands sooner or later."

After Irwin's condition finally stabilized, Stewart brought him home to Southcreek Manor.

Once he'd soothed Irwin to sleep, Stewart headed downstairs.

Ever since Briony had moved out, the manor felt emptier than ever. Only a housekeeper came by each day to clean-otherwise, there was no trace of life in the place anymore.

Stewart paused in the living room, sat down on the couch, and pressed his fingers to his temples.

Just then, Carl walked in from outside. "Mr. Wentworth, we've got news about Ms. Kensington's attack."

Stewart's posture tensed. "Go on."

but he's slippery-they lost him.

in Neal's contact log—a local number. We've checked; it's

turning icy. "Keep

said, rising to his feet. "I need you

handed over

start looking for a new live-in housekeeper. Also, find an experienced childminder with a

nodded. "I'll get on it right

...

Lunar Heights Estate.

over

scanning through, just as her phone rang. She

refused to let them finalize the divorce. He cried so hard he had an asthma attack. Stewart had to rush him to the hospital, so the

around her phone. "Got

do." The

saved the photos and video to a private folder, then threw her phone onto the sofa in

spat, trembling with anger,

and caught sight of Rosita's furious expression -almost twisted with

"Rosita?"

her

turning to Lauren, voice trembling with hurt, eyes misty. "I really

sit beside her. "What's gotten

hasn't divorced Ms. Kensington. I'm

wedding is right around the corner. Stewart's a lawyer-he

hall today, and

surprised. "How do

then offered a half-truth. "I can't