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."

stumbled back, steadying himself with a sigh. "I 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

But Stewart wasn't listening.

his gaze on Briony, his words icy. "You'd rather go to Cedric than come to

right. I do hate you," Briony replied, her voice flat and cold. "If I could 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

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

"It's not what you think with Rosita. That whole thing was just for show-to help her

killed my son with her own hands.

you answers about

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

not something I can promise you."

Provoking him like this was

me what I wanted. So

this marriage? I'm leaving

him and

turned and reached out

Briony snapped, her anger boiling over as she slapped Stewart hard across

his eyes burning into hers. "I've seen our daughter," he

faint, bitter smile curled Stewart's lips. "Silverlake. Old Town. Little Stars

glared at him, her voice trembling with fury. "She's my

divorce," Stewart replied, his black eyes never

Crack-

harder. "Four years, Stewart, and you're

"I keep my promises." Seething, Briony spun on her heel

do you keep provoking her? If you really want to save your marriage, why don't you try acting like a decent human being? And now