Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 135

As Briony made her way downstairs, James had just stepped out of his car. Seeing her safe and sound, he let out a sigh of relief.

“What took you so long up there? I tried calling you a bunch of times and you didn’t pick up. I was starting to think something happened.”

“You called me?” Briony immediately fished her phone out of her purse. Sure enough, there were three missed calls.

She slipped the phone back into her bag and looked at James. “Sorry, I had it buried in my purse and didn’t notice.”

James opened the passenger door for her. “As long as you’re alright. You know you’re practically a national treasure right now—Father Benedict and Mrs. Winslow remind me every day to keep an eye on you.”

Briony’s lips curved in a faint smile as she ducked into the car.

James closed the door and turned to head for his own seat, but just then, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a tall figure in black stepping out of the building.

He paused and glanced over.

Stewart had seen him, too.

But the two men merely exchanged a fleeting look before turning away.

At that moment, a sleek black Mercedes pulled up behind James’s Range Rover.

Carl got out and opened the back door. Stewart climbed in.

James slid into his seat, buckled up, and started the engine.

The black Mercedes glided past his window, disappearing into the night.

With one hand on the steering wheel, James asked, “Stewart didn’t give you a hard time, did he?”

Briony rubbed her temples. “He refuses to sign the divorce papers.”

“What?!” James was stunned. “He’s already gone public with Rosita, and Irwin’s five now. What’s he playing at, refusing to get divorced?”

Briony shook her head. “I honestly have no idea what he wants.”

“He’s not some kind of closet psycho, is he?” James muttered, shaking his head. “What, does he get off on stringing along his first love as the other woman? Is that some new kind of neurosis? I mean, I’ve heard of mutant viruses, not mutant personalities.”

“I don’t know.” Briony sounded exhausted.

“So what are you going to do?” James pressed. “If he won’t agree, you could always file for divorce yourself. Irwin is proof enough of his affair—you’d have a strong case.”