Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 410

“My mother hit you. I told her she’d have to pay you compensation and come apologize in person. If you don’t forgive her, that’s fine. Yesterday, I already had her sent abroad. From now on, she isn’t allowed to come back without my permission.”

Stewart stepped forward, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a blue velvet jewelry box.

When he opened it, the diamond ring inside glimmered beneath the lights—huge and dazzling.

Briony’s brow furrowed.

Wasn’t this the same ring Stewart had given Rosita?

“I promised you a wedding. This ring was custom-made for you—there’s not another like it in the world.”

“Stewart, if you’re going to lie, at least switch up your props.” Briony shot him a cold, mocking look. “I saw that ring on Rosita’s Instagram ages ago. It’s the one you proposed to her with! Who exactly are you trying to disgust with this stunt?”

For a moment, Stewart was thrown off guard—but only for a moment.

“Seems Rosita’s done quite a few things behind my back.” He didn’t bother to explain further.

He simply took out the ring and held it out to Briony. “Look inside the band. You’ll see the initials of every part of your name engraved there. This ring was always meant for you.”

“True or not, it doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

Briony’s gaze was icy. “Stewart, I don’t care! Even if you cut out your heart and handed it to me, I wouldn’t go back to you!”

Stewart stared at her, eyes never wavering.

They stood locked in a silent standoff.

After a long moment, Stewart’s lips curled into a smile as he rolled the ring between his fingers, his dark eyes glinting with a cold, unsettling amusement.

“You’re really something else, Bryn. Absolutely ruthless.”

He was smiling, but there was nothing warm about it.

“But that’s alright. We’ve got a whole week.”

As if she could eat.

She’d been missing for over a day—who knew what was happening outside?

Was little Nina scared?

Did Crystal, Marlene, or the others think to call the police?

As if reading her mind, Stewart smiled faintly.

“You don’t need to worry about your daughter, or those so-called friends and family of yours. I’ve been messaging them from your phone. Right now, they all think you left on a last-minute business trip. Every three hours, I text Crystal—mimicking your style—to check on Nina.”

“That new assistant you hired is pretty responsible. She’s sent over several videos of your daughter already.”

Stewart’s gaze deepened, the smile in his eyes growing darker. “Bryn, our little girl is just fine. So there’s nothing for you to worry about.”