Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 412

"That was all in the past."

Briony opened her eyes and met his gaze, her expression calm and steady. "After

I came back from Florence, I made up my mind to leave you. Everything that happened after just slowly strangled any last bit of feeling I had left for you."

With every word, Stewart's eyes seemed to lose their light, growing dimmer by the second.

"Stewart, the fact that I loved you-during those five years of our secret marriage —it was bittersweet. But I don't regret it. I cherished that love more than anything. But then, again and again, you hurt me, trampled on me, all for Florence and for Irwin. Eventually, I started to feel like loving you was pathetic..."

"I began to hate myself for being so weak. I started to hate the words 'I love you'..."

"Then, I truly decided to leave you. I made the choice to stop loving you. It wasn't easy. I struggled. I even thought about not keeping the baby..."

"Stewart, you'll never understand just how cold the wind is in Pearbrook."

"You'll never know what it feels like to walk into an operating room three times."

"And you'll never, ever know how much I hated myself the moment I found out our son was gone. I hated myself, Stewart-I hated that I ever loved you at all!"

A sharp ache twisted in Stewart's chest.

He stared at Briony, lost for words, not knowing how to respond.

"Stewart, you're the one who taught me what it means for love to turn into hate. And now you have the nerve to tell me you don't understand how we ended up like this?"

As she spoke, Briony let out a bitter laugh.

tears

surged. "Sometimes, I want to rip your heart out just to see if it's

the sofa, watching Briony

finally spoke, resigned. "If you hate me, I

still clinging to me? Stewart, haven't I made myself

told you-one week." Stewart stood and walked toward

recoiled, not wanting him any

her wrist and yanking

ankle

week," Stewart said, his voice low. "Let's just be together like we used

"You're insane!"

daggers at him. "Stewart, if you're sick, go see a doctor.

"Yes, you can."

his grip on her wrist, refusing to

around the back of her neck,

tense air. Stewart's voice

even if you have to pretend, just give me a week. One week-pretend with me,

chill ran down Briony's

saw the bloodshot look in Stewart's eyes and felt a

gut.

acting

losing

If that was true-

in real danger

force her, she wouldn't