Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 216

“I was free before, but you never showed,” Stewart said flatly.

“That was a fluke,” Briony shot back, frowning. “I’m available any time these days.”

“Well, I’m not.”

Briony didn’t buy it. “Don’t tell me you’re so busy you can’t even spare an hour to get the divorce papers signed.”

“Irwin’s been acting up lately. I really can’t get away.”

“It’s just an hour.”

“You brought Irwin into our lives. You know how he gets—when he throws a fit, it takes forever to calm him down.”

Briony pressed her lips together. When she used to look after Irwin, he rarely threw tantrums. But when he did, he was stubborn, and it always took time and patience to talk him down.

“Of course, if you really want, I could bring Irwin along,” Stewart continued, his voice drifting through the phone. “I just worry he’ll get attached all over again once he sees you.”

Briony was silent, taking a slow breath to steady herself. “Stewart, I don’t want to go in circles. Just answer me—when are we finalizing the divorce?”

“Do you really have to go through with this?” he asked quietly.

She almost laughed in disbelief. “Have I not made myself clear enough?”

He hesitated, his voice dropping. “But you... you’ll never be able to have children of your own now.”

Briony gave a cold, sharp laugh. “So what?”

“If you’d just reconsider,” Stewart said, suddenly solemn, “we don’t have to get divorced. Irwin could always be your son. We could still be a family.”

For a moment, Briony couldn’t breathe. She honestly thought she must have misheard him.

So this was Stewart’s version of sympathy? Because she couldn’t have children anymore, he was willing to offer Irwin to her as some kind of consolation prize?

She never realized a forged medical record could have such an impact.

Once again, Stewart managed to shatter her expectations.

“Listen to me, Stewart,” she said icily. “I’d rather spend my life alone than ever look your way again.”

He fell silent on the other end.

Briony closed her eyes, swallowing her anger. Hands resting on her stomach, she spoke with a chilling calm. “I made myself clear enough back in Ghana, Stewart. People who break their word get what’s coming to them.”

There was a pause, then Stewart gave a low, humorless laugh. “Fine. This afternoon, then.”

“Two o’clock sharp,” Briony replied immediately.

“Alright.”

She ended the call.

Briony asked Hannah to have a courier send all the gifts back to Southcreek Manor. Then she walked straight into her studio.

She worked steadily until noon, only emerging when Gina arrived with lunch and fussed over her to remember her prenatal medication.

After eating, Briony took her pills, set an alarm, and lay down for a rest.

Her alarm woke her at 1:30. She washed her face, grabbed her bag, and headed out for city hall.

She arrived at 1:50, clutching her documents as she stepped out of the car and into city hall.

Outside, the sky was heavy and dark, rain beginning to fall in gentle sheets. With the last of the city’s snow melted away, Northborough’s rainy season had begun.