Stewart stood in the doorway, his expression dark as he faced Briony, who wore a simple black dress that made her look both elegant and distant.
She walked up to him, stopping just a few feet away. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the tension between them was palpable.
Briony’s lips curled into a cold, almost mocking smile. “Surprised to see me?” she asked, her voice edged with frost.
Stewart’s gaze was steady, heavy with accusation. “You never intended to work with me, did you?”
She arched an eyebrow, her voice flat. “I haven’t done enough for you? For five years, I played my part. As your legal wife, as Irwin’s legal guardian—I did everything that was asked of me. I have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“And what good did any of that do?” Stewart pressed, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Briony’s eyes flashed. “The moment I found out Rosita was Irwin’s biological mother, all I wanted was to walk away clean. But you? You wanted the perfect family reunion with Rosita and Irwin, while still binding me to you with your so-called legal responsibilities. For five years, I raised Irwin. I never asked him for anything in return, but somehow I’m the one being painted as the cold-hearted woman who abandoned her child?”
Stewart’s expression darkened, his tone growing more earnest. “Five years together means something, Briony. Blood isn’t everything. Since you moved out, Irwin’s missed you every single day. This marriage—it’s not as unbearable as you think.”
She gave a sharp, humorless laugh. “As I think? Stewart, do you really believe what we had was normal?”
His brows knit together, his eyes fixed on her. “Has it really been so hard for you?”
She met his gaze, her voice trembling with anger. “How could it not be? In all these years, did you ever once think about telling me the truth about you and Rosita?”
Stewart stayed silent, the lines of guilt etched clearly on his face.
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