Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 330

He looked up at Briony again, his gaze steady. "Name your terms. What do I have to do for you to come home with our daughter?"

"If you really insist on us coming back," Briony took a deep breath, her voice frosty, "then press charges against Rosita and make sure she goes to prison."

"I can't do that."

"Then there's nothing left to discuss." Briony's tone was icy and final. "Unless your son comes back to life, I'm done making compromises for you."

"I promised Randolph I would look after Rosita. I can't go back on my word. But," Stewart hesitated, "I can promise you this—whatever happens with Rosita from now on, I won't get involved."

The implication was clear: if Briony wanted to do anything to Rosita, he wouldn't stand in her way.

In other words, he wasn't going to shield Rosita anymore.

Briony understood—this was the biggest concession Stewart could make right now.

"Stewart, you'd better keep your word."

"I don't need to lie to you about something like this."

Briony let out a cold laugh. "As if you haven't schemed against me enough times already?"

"At least now we have our daughter back," Stewart met her eyes, his expression earnest. "Briony, for her sake, can we try to get along?"

"I'll go back to Northborough," Briony said coolly, "but I'm not moving into Southcreek Manor."

Stewart frowned. "Why not?"

"I told you—I'm never going back there." Her tone was firm. "I have my own place."

"If you don't like Southcreek Manor, we can move somewhere else."

On this matter, Stewart wouldn't back down.

"Briony, we're both adults. You know as well as I do that holding a grudge isn't going to solve anything. I gave you my word about Rosita and I intend to keep it. I'm serious about fixing our marriage."

Briony pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

She met his gaze, her eyes devoid of any warmth or feeling.

"That's my bottom line. If you can't accept it, then we keep going like this. In six months, I'll still file for divorce."

Stewart stared at her, his dark eyes brooding.

After a moment, he swallowed hard and said quietly, "Fine. I agree."

—

Stewart kept his promise. That night, thirty million was wired to Briony's account.

As soon as she received the money, Briony texted James: [Once we're back in Northborough, set up a meeting with the local rep. Time to talk acquisition.]

James replied: [Got it! I'll handle it right away!]

Briony put away her phone and began packing her bags.