Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 167

"Heh." Stella actually let out a laugh, exasperated. "All of you—honestly, you’re all wrapped around that little brat’s finger!"

"He's Stewart’s last line in the sand," Cedric Clarke replied, his tone serious.

Stella fell silent.

It was a long moment before she finally asked, "Cedric, can I trust you?"

"Just this once, trust me," Cedric said solemnly. "Listen, if you can talk Bryn into agreeing to Stewart’s terms, I promise I’ll keep an eye on things from my end too."

Stella pressed her lips together, thinking for a few seconds before she asked, "Do you know why Stewart insists on going to Ghana?"

Cedric could more or less guess Stewart’s real motive.

But he knew better than to say anything before Stewart left.

If he told her, Bryn would never agree to go.

"I honestly don’t know," Cedric lied, feigning ignorance. "I’ll try to ask around for you, okay?"

"You think he’d actually tell you if you asked?"

Cedric gave a helpless chuckle. "Who knows? Chances are... he won’t."

Stella sighed. "Our Bryn really does have the worst luck—ending up with someone who’s both a jerk *and* impossible to shake. Just watching her go through this makes me want to swear off marriage for good!"

Cedric let out a low laugh. "Don’t worry. There are still plenty of decent men out there."

"Oh, please. Single life is so much easier." Stella started the car. "Anyway, I need to get back and figure out how to talk Bryn around. I’ll let you go for now!"

"Alright."

…

As soon as the call ended, Cedric dialed Stewart.

It rang several times before Stewart finally picked up.

On the other end, Stewart’s voice was rough and heavy. "Stella called you, didn’t she?"

"Holy crap!" Cedric blurted out, half-joking, half-shocked. "Did you bug my house or something?"

Stewart let out a low, humorless laugh, his breath still ragged. "What did she say?"

Back at Dolphin Cove, Bryn sat alone in her room for what felt like forever.

In the end, she made up her mind to give it one last shot.

She pulled the marriage certificate out of her nightstand, opened her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to James.

James called her instantly.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah," Bryn’s voice was steady. "I’ll wire you the money. Do whatever it takes to get these articles published—every major site, everywhere. However you can make it blow up, do it."

"That extreme?" James sounded worried. "Bryn, think this through. If you go public, your name is going to be dragged into this too. It’ll mess with your life."

"It’s fine," Bryn said quietly. "If it all goes public, Stewart will have no choice but to give in about Rosita."

"As for me, worst case, I’ll just move into my studio and keep a low profile for a while. When the time comes, I’ll move to Silveridge—a new city, a new start. All this mess will eventually fade into the background."

"Alright. As long as you’ve thought it through, I won’t try to talk you out of it," James said. "I’ll get on it right away."