Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 430

Briony needed to break free from Stewart, but if the price of freedom was becoming a murderer, that was simply too high a cost.

That's why James silently hoped Stewart would come out of this unscathed.

Briony deserved a life untainted by Stewart's shadow.

Two people who were never meant to stay together-after the divorce, they could each go their separate ways, find their own peace.

That was the best ending anyone could hope for.

...

Stewart sat beside Briony, watching her, but she never looked up, her attention fixed on her phone.

Nearby, a young couple had just received their marriage certificate. The woman, beaming, linked arms with her new husband, chattering about where they should go for dinner that night.

The man smiled and told her he'd already booked a hotel-two days and one night of a romantic getaway, just for the two of them.

Hearing this, the woman's face lit up with delight. She held his arm tighter, her laughter ringing with pure, sweet happiness.

Stewart couldn't help but be pulled back to nine years ago, to the day he and Briony registered their marriage.

That day, after they signed the papers, he had to rush to court, so he gave her the code to his house, told her to move into Southcreek Manor on her own.

By the time he finished work and came home, it was already past midnight.

He hadn't expected to find Briony asleep on the sofa, a modest dinner-four dishes and a soup-laid out on the table.

When Briony woke and saw him, the first thing she asked was, "Have you eaten?"

She was only twenty-one then, her face still soft with youth, her wide eyes searching his face with a hint of nervousness.

In that moment, he found her almost painfully sincere. Even though he'd already eaten, he lied and said he hadn't.

heard he hadn't eaten yet,

good; there was even a bit of eggshell

married Briony, she was still just a girl-she didn't even

he picked at the awkward meal, he caught sight of a Band-Aid on

had fluttered a little then, but the feeling was

call, Briony had already gone upstairs to tend to little Irwin,

turned their house into a warm, inviting home for the three

never noticed the effort behind

five years of her youth-day by day, bit by bit-pouring everything she had into their

one who

closed his eyes, Adam's apple bobbing as

his chest spread, sharp and unrelenting, creasing his brow with every

he truly understood-he was the one

realization, Stewart knew:

voice called their

It was their turn.

walked toward

eyes, took a slow, steady breath, and stood. His tall frame wavered for a moment, but

nearly

Stewart regain his balance and join Briony at the counter, Cedric let out a silent

agreement, court documents, and both IDs ready,

paperwork, stamped the certificates, and handed

set. One

words "Divorce Certificate." At last, she felt the weight in

and walked straight for the

her, Stewart rose as

Briony didn't look back.

couldn't catch up to her now. Struggling to

Carl.