“Come to the firm. We’ll talk in person.”
Briony frowned. “Stewart, don’t tell me you’re still holding onto those three conditions?”
Stewart was silent.
His lack of response was answer enough.
Briony let out a bitter laugh. “Aren’t you worried I’ll snap and drag you down with me?”
“And how exactly would you do that?” Stewart’s voice was cold. “Expose me online again with a burner account? Briony, you tried that before. Did it work?”
Briony pressed her lips together, her grip on her phone tightening.
“Or are you thinking of causing a scene at the wedding next?”
She froze, caught off guard.
“Not a bad idea,” Stewart said with a short, humorless laugh. “But do you really think I wouldn’t be prepared? If I’m bold enough to announce the wedding before we’ve even signed the divorce papers, it means I’ve covered all my bases. Briony, you can’t outplay me—not in Northborough.”
“Stewart!” Briony finally snapped. “You are the most despicable, shameless man I’ve ever met! What will it take for you to let me go?”
“I will let you go.” Stewart’s voice was low and steady. “I just want those three things. You agree to them, and I’ll be out of your life for good.”
“Hearing you talk, anyone would think I’m the one who wronged you!” Briony pressed a hand to her stomach, struggling to steady her emotions.
She couldn’t let herself get worked up—not over a man like him. It wasn’t worth risking her pregnancy.
James had been watching her closely, growing anxious as he saw how upset she was. “What did he say to you?”
Stewart, hearing James’s voice through the phone, gave a cold, mirthless chuckle. “You’re in such a rush to get divorced, Briony. Is it because James can’t wait any longer?”
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