Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 422

A cold, bitter sneer twisted in Briony's heart.

She stared at him, expressionless. "So what, am I supposed to praise you now?"

"That won't be necessary." Stewart's lips curled into a faint, almost teasing smile. "I just wanted to prove to you there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"Is that so?" Briony let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Then if I told you to throw yourself into the ocean right now, could you do it?"

Stewart faltered.

But after a beat, he gave a low, resigned chuckle. "You want the truth?"

"Absolutely," Briony snapped, her eyes icy. "The sea's right there. If you jump, I'll forgive you. If you survive, consider yourself lucky. If you die-well, that's what you deserve."

"Bryn, I can't die."

He looked at her intently, his tone oddly sincere. "Someone still needs me."

"Of course you can't bear to die. Irwin still needs his perfect father, doesn't he?" Briony jerked her foot away, glaring at him with cold contempt.

"But Stewart, do you know how many times I've wished you would just hurry up and die? Yet somehow, villains always seem to live the longest.”

"I know I can't win against you. So, I hope this is the last time you force yourself into my life. You say I owe you this wedding-fine, I'm swallowing my disgust to repay that debt. But after tonight, I want my freedom back."

The hatred blazing in her eyes was unmistakable.

Stewart's Adam's apple bobbed as he stood. His reply was quiet, almost solemn. "I understand."

...

Night fell.

the wedding march began to

at his podium, watching as Briony, leaning on Bianca and the nurse for

the same officiant who had presided over their divorce in Ghana

looked a little older now, but wore the same

Briony felt dazed, as if

there were no guests. Only a few staff from the wedding

rings-the very same ones Briony had refused at Skybreeze Retreat.

Briony's ring finger, the

give him a ring, she deliberately fumbled. The ring slipped from

rushed to fetch it and handed it

mask of indifference as she let the ring slip from her fingers

move. The moment she let go, he reached out and caught it, sliding the band onto his own

the union in a

now kiss

Stewart, her eyes cold as

arm around

frowned, turning

kiss landed on the

tensed, shoving him

only smiled faintly, and in one Swift

and

Sode toward their "bridale

wedding march echoed

up at