Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 13

His brow furrowed ever so slightly as he reached out for it.

Briony couldn’t hold back any longer—she took a shaky step toward Stewart.

The pregnancy test in her grip was squeezed so tightly it was close to snapping in two.

All the emotions she’d bottled up over the past few days finally hit their breaking point.

“Stewart…”

“Hurry up, Dad!”

Irwin’s impatient voice cut Briony off, and in the same instant, shattered Stewart’s urge to look into what was happening.

He managed a faint smile. “Alright, we’re going.”

And with that, he scooped Irwin into his arms and walked straight out the door.

Not once did Stewart glance in Briony’s direction.

She stayed frozen where she was until the sound of the car pulling away faded into the distance.

At last, her rigid body gave out. She braced herself on the back of the sofa and slowly sank to the floor.

Head bowed, she stared down at the two clear red lines on the test, the image blurring as hot tears welled up and spilled over, landing right where the lines met.

If Stewart had spared her even a single look, he would have seen the pregnancy test clutched in her hand.

But, just like his gaze, his heart had never lingered on her—not once, not ever.

Briony crouched there, tears streaming down her cheeks, her quiet sobs echoing through the vast, empty halls of Southcreek Manor.

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Half an hour later, she sent a photo to her friend on WhatsApp.

Best Friend: [That test is pretty accurate. Come in for a check-up tomorrow morning, okay?]

Briony: [I want to schedule an abortion directly.]