Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 33

“Since you’re still worried,” Stewart said, his gaze steady, “let’s sit down together and revise the agreement now.”

“Together?” Briony raised an eyebrow. “You want to go to your office?”

“No, we’ll go back to Southcreek Manor,” Stewart replied. “And while we’re there, I need to look for the other copy of our marriage certificate. I couldn’t find it earlier.”

Briony hesitated; she had no desire to return to Southcreek Manor. “The marriage certificate is in the nightstand. I left it right there.”

“I already checked. It’s not there.”

“I know I put it in the nightstand,” Briony insisted.

“I’m telling you, it’s not there.” Stewart arched a brow. “Do you think I’m lying to you?”

Briony fell silent. She doubted Stewart would lie about something so trivial—there was simply no reason for it.

She let out a quiet sigh and said, “Fine. Let’s go.”

Stewart walked ahead and opened the passenger door for her. Briony glanced at the script left on the seat—no doubt Rosita’s. Without saying a word, she opted for the back seat instead, slipping in and pulling the door shut behind her.

Stewart paused for a moment, then closed the passenger door and moved to the driver’s side.

The Maybach rolled smoothly out of the driveway.

A beat-up van parked nearby started its engine and began to tail them at a discreet distance.

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Twenty minutes later, the Maybach pulled through the iron gates of Southcreek Manor and wound its way up the drive.

Briony got out as soon as the car stopped. She led the way into the house, Stewart close behind.

From the van parked outside, a high-definition camera recorded every move.

Once inside, Briony headed straight for the bedroom. She yanked open the nightstand drawer—but the marriage certificate was nowhere to be seen.

She could’ve sworn she’d left it there before she moved out.

Briony searched the bedroom, growing more frustrated by the minute, until finally she found the certificate tucked away in a drawer of the vanity table.

She stared at it, puzzled. Had she remembered wrong? Or maybe Irwin had been playing around and left it there by mistake? That seemed likely—Irwin was always getting into things he shouldn’t.

Marriage certificate in hand, Briony strode down the hall to the study and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Stewart called from inside.

Briony entered. “Found the marriage certificate.”