Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 161

Stella looked up at Briony, her expression dead serious. “Wait, is Rosita sick or something? Like, one of those trashy novel plots—tragic ex-girlfriend needs a kidney transplant or whatever… Hold up! You don’t think Stewart’s after your organs, do you?”

Briony just stared at her. “….”

As ridiculous as it sounded, Stella had actually gotten about half of it right.

“He said Rosita has a brain tumor,” Briony replied quietly.

Stella’s eyes went wide. “No way. Seriously? Wow, karma really is working overtime! Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person, honestly.”

Briony pressed her lips together, frowning slightly.

“What’s with that look?” Stella frowned too. “Are you actually worried Stewart wants your body parts? Relax, even if he’s lost his mind, Rosita needs a brain, not a kidney. Unless Stewart’s found a mad scientist somewhere, you’re safe—your head’s staying right where it is.”

Briony shot her a tired look. “Star, maybe lay off the soap operas for a while.”

“Alright, alright, I just thought I’d try to cheer you up a little.” Stella put her hands up in surrender.

Briony sighed. “Just finish reading the agreement, will you?”

“Sure.” Stella nodded obediently and went back to scanning the contract.

Honestly, those first few terms looked pretty good to Stella.

Who complains about too much money? The more, the better!

Especially for someone like Briony, who’d been raising that jerk’s kid—and his mistress’s kid, no less—for five long years. As far as Stella was concerned, the money, the house, all of it was nothing less than what Briony deserved.

Stella flipped to the last page. Suddenly, her gaze froze on an extra clause at the end.

“What’s this addendum? It isn’t spelled out anywhere in the contract.”

“I haven’t asked yet, but honestly?” Briony’s face was tense. “It can’t be anything good.”

Stella pulled a face like she’d bitten into a lemon.

“I was getting all excited for nothing! Guess I really was too naive. I mean, what’s Stewart’s deal, anyway? The guy’s a billionaire lawyer—shouldn’t he have better things to do than play mind games?”

Briony rubbed her temples. “I wish I knew what he was after.”

Stella propped her chin on her hand and muttered, “Grade-A jerk.”