Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 287

Beneath the streetlamp, the man advanced, each step deliberate and unyielding.

Briony stood her ground, refusing to flinch or retreat.

Four years had passed, yet it felt like an entire lifetime had slipped away.

Stewart’s gaze lingered on the woman before him—her expression cool, distant. His eyes flickered with a tangle of emotions. She was alive.

Just as he’d suspected all along, and honestly, he wasn’t surprised. For the past two years, he’d kept a careful eye on the art world, piecing together enough clues to realize that Leilani was, in fact, Briony. But he’d never made a move to find her.

Because Stewart believed—no, he was certain—that as long as Briony was alive, as long as they weren’t divorced, she would eventually come back to him.

He’d imagined a hundred different ways their reunion could play out. But he never pictured this—standing together in the cemetery where their child was buried.

Stewart stopped, his brow creasing as he looked at Briony. “If you wanted to visit our son, you could have just told me,” he said, his tone clipped and out of place for the moment.

Briony’s lips pressed into a thin line. That was certainly one way to begin.

Cedric Clarke, anxious to keep the peace, hurried forward. “Stewart, let me explain—”

Stewart’s eyes snapped to him. “So you’ve always known where Briony was, and you kept it from me, didn’t you?”

Cedric hesitated, caught off guard.

“Cedric, this is between me and my wife,” Stewart said curtly, pushing him aside. “You’re crossing the line.”

Cedric stumbled back, steadying himself with a sigh. “I know I was wrong to keep it from you, but please, don’t lose your head. Now that you’ve seen each other, just talk it out for once—don’t make things worse!”

But Stewart wasn’t listening.

He fixed his gaze on Briony, his words icy. “You’d rather go to Cedric than come to me. Do you really hate me that much?”

“That’s right. I do hate you,” Briony replied, her voice flat and cold. “If I could choose, I wish it was you buried here instead.” She paused, then added, “And by the way, we’ve been separated for four years. If you still refuse to divorce me peacefully, I’ll file for it in court.”

Stewart stared at her for a long moment before asking quietly, “Is the reason you insist on divorce because of me and Rosita?”

Briony’s frown deepened, but before she could answer, Stewart pressed on, “It’s not what you think with Rosita. That whole thing was just for show—to help her hide—”

“I don’t care what you and she had.” Briony cut him off, her voice sharper than before. “Rosita was responsible for my mother’s death, and she killed my son with her own hands. She’s my enemy. And you—you always took her side. You betrayed me over and over for her. Stewart, to me, you’re no different from her. You’re both my enemies.”

“I’ll get you answers about Rosita—”

“Oh, really?” Briony interrupted again, her eyes glinting with scorn. “And what’s that going to look like? Suppose I say I want Rosita ruined, want her to pay for everything she’s done, want her to face justice and end up behind bars—would you do it?”

Stewart’s gaze dropped, his voice low. “That’s not something I can promise you.”

Briony let out a bitter laugh.

She’d never really expected anything from Stewart. Provoking him like this was just her way of making her stance unmistakable.

“Stewart, you’ve never given me what I wanted. So what makes you think you can keep me shackled in this marriage? I’m leaving you. For good.”