Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 422

A cold, bitter sneer twisted in Briony’s heart.

She stared at him, expressionless. “So what, am I supposed to praise you now?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Stewart’s lips curled into a faint, almost teasing smile. “I just wanted to prove to you—there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Is that so?” Briony let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Then if I told you to throw yourself into the ocean right now, could you do it?”

Stewart faltered.

But after a beat, he gave a low, resigned chuckle. “You want the truth?”

“Absolutely,” Briony snapped, her eyes icy. “The sea’s right there. If you jump, I’ll forgive you. If you survive, consider yourself lucky. If you die—well, that’s what you deserve.”

“Bryn, I can’t die.”

He looked at her intently, his tone oddly sincere. “Someone still needs me.”

“Of course you can’t bear to die. Irwin still needs his perfect father, doesn’t he?”

Briony jerked her foot away, glaring at him with cold contempt.

“But Stewart, do you know how many times I’ve wished you would just hurry up and die? Yet somehow, villains always seem to live the longest.”

“I know I can’t win against you. So, I hope this is the last time you force yourself into my life. You say I owe you this wedding—fine, I’m swallowing my disgust to repay that debt. But after tonight, I want my freedom back.”

The hatred blazing in her eyes was unmistakable.

Stewart’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stood. His reply was quiet, almost solemn. “I understand.”

…

Night fell.

On the deck, the wedding march began to play.

The officiant stood at his podium, watching as Briony, leaning on Bianca and the nurse for support, limped down the aisle toward Stewart.

It was the same officiant who had presided over their divorce in Ghana four years ago. He looked a little older now, but wore the same suit as back then.

For a moment, Briony felt dazed, as if time had folded back on itself.

Except this time, there were no guests. Only a few staff from the wedding company, and Bianca.

Stewart produced a pair of wedding rings—the very same ones Briony had refused at Skybreeze Retreat. Along with them, the ostentatious diamond ring.

He slid the wedding band onto Briony’s ring finger, the diamond onto her index finger.

When it was Briony’s turn to give him a ring, she deliberately fumbled. The ring slipped from her hand, skittering across the deck.

This was a night destined for despair.

Inside, the bed was newly dressed in bright red sheets, rose petals scattered across the floor. A big, bold “Congratulations” banner hung over the headboard.

Everything looked perfect. Romantic, even.

Stewart set her down on the bed.

What came next was all too obvious.

He loosened his tie and bent to press a kiss to the pale skin of her neck—

Briony’s face was stone cold as she slid her hand beneath the pillow.

Stewart’s lips grazed her throat, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw her draw a knife from under the pillow.

He saw it. He knew what she meant to do. And yet, he did nothing. He closed his eyes, as if resigned to his fate.

The next instant—searing pain tore through his back.

His body went rigid.

The sharp tang of blood filled the air.