Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 287

Beneath the streetlamp, the man advanced, each step deliberate and unyielding.

Briony stood her ground, refusing to flinch or retreat.

Four years had passed, yet it felt like an entire lifetime had slipped away.

Stewart's gaze lingered on the woman before him-her expression cool, distant. His eyes flickered with a tangle of emotions. She was alive.

Just as he'd suspected all along, and honestly, he wasn't surprised. For the past two years, he'd kept a careful eye on the art world, piecing together enough clues to realize that Leilani was, in fact, Briony. But he'd never made a move to find her.

Because Stewart believed-no, he was certain-that as long as Briony was alive, as long as they weren't divorced, she would eventually come back to him.

He'd imagined a hundred different ways their reunion could play out. But he never pictured this—standing together in the cemetery where their child was buried.

Stewart stopped, his brow creasing as he looked at Briony. "If you wanted to visit our son, you could have just told me," he said, his tone clipped and out of place for the moment.

Briony's lips pressed into a thin line. That was certainly one way to begin.

Cedric Clarke, anxious to keep the peace, hurried forward. "Stewart, let me explain―"

Stewart's eyes snapped to him. "So you've always known where Briony was, and you kept it from me, didn't you?"

Cedric hesitated, caught off guard.

"Cedric, this is between me and my wife," Stewart said curtly, pushing him aside. "You're crossing the line."

know I was wrong to keep it from you, but please, don't lose your head. Now that you've seen each other, just talk it out for once-don't make

But Stewart wasn't listening.

rather go to Cedric than come to

choose, I wish it was you buried here instead." She paused, then added, "And by the way, we've been separated for four years. If you still refuse to divorce me peacefully, I'll file

for a long moment before asking quietly, "Is the reason you insist on divorce because of me

but before she could answer, Stewart pressed on, "It's not what you think

and she had." Briony cut him off, her voice sharper than before. "Rosita was responsible for my mother's death, and she killed my son with her own hands. She's my enemy. And you-you always took her side. You betrayed me over and over for her. Stewart, to me, you're no

you answers about

really?" Briony interrupted again, her eyes glinting with scorn. "And what's that going to look like? Suppose I say I want Rosita

dropped, his voice low. "That's not something I can promise you." Briony let

anything from Stewart. Provoking him like this was just her way of making

you've never given me what I wanted. So what

marriage? I'm leaving you. For

that, Briony brushed past him and strode down

and reached out to grab

her anger boiling over as she slapped

burning into hers. "I've

lips. "Silverlake. Old Town. Little Stars Academy. She's adorable. And her

fury. "She's my daughter. Mine, and mine alone. She

Stewart replied, his black eyes

Crack-

"Four years, Stewart, and you're just as shameless

the blow, but he only smiled faintly. "I keep my promises." Seething,

to save your marriage, why don't you try acting like a decent human being? And now you're threatening to take