Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 62

Briony blinked, her gaze steady. “Do you know why I rang the doorbell at Southcreek Manor today?”

Stewart offered no reply, his silence stretching between them.

She continued, “Because ever since the moment I signed the divorce papers and moved out, Southcreek Manor stopped being my home. When you visit someone else’s house, you ring the bell. That’s just common courtesy.”

Stewart’s brow furrowed. “If Irwin hears you say that, he’ll be upset.”

Briony let out a soft laugh, the swirling snow doing a fine job of hiding the redness in her eyes.

“You really do live up to your reputation, Stewart—the brilliant attorney everyone admires and fears. You certainly know how to twist the knife.”

He remained stone-faced, refusing to argue. To Briony, that look meant only one thing: he couldn’t even be bothered to explain.

In the past, she would have felt crushed by that—hurt, even. But now? Not anymore.

Still, some things needed to be said, if only to finally lay them to rest.

“Is that what you think, Stewart? That my behavior today was cruel to Irwin?”

“You know how much Irwin depends on you.” Stewart hesitated, then added, “In his heart, you’re someone Rosita could never truly replace.”

“Is that so?” Briony actually laughed. “If you know how important I am to him, why did you say those things to him? You want him to understand that blood family is irreplaceable, but you also want him to cling to me forever.”

She shot him a look, her voice icy. “Don’t you realize how twisted that is, Stewart? How manipulative?”

Stewart was momentarily taken aback. He let out a heavy sigh. “Irwin and Rosita are his real mother and son. Rosita’s depression—well, reconnecting with Irwin has always been her biggest regret.”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.” Briony cut him off, her tone dismissive. “At this point, I honestly don’t care about your family’s secrets.”

Stewart stared, as if he couldn’t quite believe her. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Briony gave a cold little laugh. “Stewart, can’t we just keep things dignified? I get it—you want to protect your son, and you don’t want Rosita to be hurt. So instead of standing here trying to guilt-trip me, why don’t you just go back inside and be with your family?”

With that, she turned and reached for the car door, but Stewart suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her wrist in a firm grip.

He was stronger than she remembered. In one sharp motion, she was pulled right into his arms.

For a split second, Briony froze. She tried to push him away, but he only held her tighter, one hand pressing firmly against her stomach.

Above her, his voice dropped to a low, urgent whisper. “Are you pregnant?”