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."

slippery-they lost him. However, they did manage to find a

phone and opened the photo gallery. "There was only one number in Neal's contact log—a local number. We've checked; it's a burner,

glanced at the number, his voice turning icy. "Keep digging into it." "Yes,

feet. "I need you here to look after Irwin. I'm

Carl handed over

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

nodded. "I'll get on it

...

Lunar Heights Estate.

sent over a few photos

them, scanning through, just as her

finalize the divorce. He cried

grip tightened around her phone. "Got

do." The call

photos and video to a private folder,

you little idiot!" she spat, trembling with

had just come downstairs and caught sight of Rosita's furious expression -almost twisted

"Rosita?"

startled, her face shifting

eyes misty. "I really feel like I'm about to

came to sit beside her. "What's gotten into you? Why are you

divorced Ms. Kensington. I'm

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

hall today, and still

was surprised. "How do you

offered a half-truth. "I can't help being concerned about Ms. Kensington. Stewart is so