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."

he's slippery-they lost him. However, they did manage to

contact log—a local

number, his voice turning icy. "Keep digging

me the car keys," Stewart said, rising to his feet. "I need

handed

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

nodded. "I'll get on it right

...

Lunar Heights Estate.

over a few photos and a

through, just as her phone rang. She

today, but the boy threw a fit and 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 divorce didn't go

tightened around her phone. "Got it. Keep following

The

video to a private folder, then threw her phone onto the

you little idiot!" she spat, trembling with

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

"Rosita?"

startled, her face shifting

voice trembling with hurt, eyes misty. "I really feel like I'm about to

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

hasn't divorced Ms. Kensington.

Lauren soothed. "The wedding is right around the corner. Stewart's a lawyer-he won't let himself break

city hall today, and still didn't go through with

"How do

hesitated, not quite meeting Lauren's eyes, then offered a half-truth. "I can't help being concerned