Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 207

How did Stewart know she was here?

Briony stared coolly at Stewart as he came to a stop just a few paces away. “Stewart, did you have someone follow me?”

“In Northborough, it isn’t hard for me to find someone I’m looking for.”

Standing beneath his umbrella, Stewart’s face was cold and severe. His gaze flicked briefly to the statue of a saint behind Briony.

“You’re really going all out for James,” he said with biting sarcasm. “You were attacked this morning, yet you still dared to come up here alone.”

Briony had no patience for his accusations. Her tone was icy as she replied, “Since you clearly already know what happened to me this morning, there’s no need to explain. It’s still early—we might as well swing by city hall and get the divorce paperwork over with.”

A bitter, humorless smile tugged at Stewart’s lips. “Briony, I have to say, your performance is pretty convincing.”

Briony frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you really wanted a divorce, you could have called me the moment James’s surgery was over. Instead, you ran up here to pray for him. Don’t kid yourself—divorce is the last thing on your mind.”

Briony was speechless for a moment, rage boiling up inside her. She’d never been so furious in her twenty-seven years.

She let out a cold laugh, jaw clenched so tight her molars ached. “It’s amazing I didn’t see it before—just how arrogant and full of yourself you really are.”

Stewart’s expression darkened. “Briony, if you don’t want a divorce, just say it. There’s no need for all these games. You know, this act makes you look cheap.”

“You’re unbelievable!” she snapped. “I don’t have the patience for this. We’re going to city hall. Now.”

Breath coming short and fast, Briony strode past him, heading straight for the exit.

She paid the driver for waiting; his car was parked on the gravel lot outside the chapel.

But before she could reach the car, Stewart caught up, grabbing her wrist in a firm grip.