Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 458

Briony hadn’t expected such a blunt question.

She paused for a second, then offered a calm, faint smile. “We’ve only just started seeing each other.”

Lorna frowned. “Really?”

“Are you worried I still have feelings for Mr. Wentworth?”

Lorna hesitated. “...No, not at all.”

Truthfully, she was asking on Stewart’s behalf—and, if she was honest, for herself as well.

As far as she could tell, James was obviously interested in Briony. But Briony? Lorna just couldn’t read her.

The thing was, Lorna definitely liked James. She really wanted things to work out between them.

“Ms. Riley, you can rest assured I’m completely done with Mr. Wentworth. I sincerely wish you both happiness.”

Lorna sighed. “...Thanks, I guess!”

You might be sincere, but that’s going to sting for someone else.

Suppressing another sigh, Lorna scooped up little Mario, said her goodbyes to Briony, and headed for the car.

…

Back at Southcreek Manor, Carol took little Mario upstairs for his bath and bedtime.

Lorna went straight to the study and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

She stepped inside and closed the door quietly behind her.

Stewart was at his desk, buried in paperwork.

Lorna strolled over, glancing at him. “Tonight, I talked to your ex-wife.”

Stewart’s hand froze mid-signature. He looked up at her.

“What did she say?”

“She said she and Mr. Delaney have only just started dating.”

Stewart’s jaw tightened instantly.

“She also said there’s no chance of you two ever getting back together, and that she sincerely wishes we grow old together.”

“Get out.”

“Honey, I have to run to the hospital. I probably won’t be back tonight. You go ahead and sleep, don’t wait up for me!”

Cedric threw on his clothes, grabbed his phone, and hurried out the door.

Stella Joyner lay in bed, staring up at the crystal chandelier, her round cheeks tinged with disappointment.

She understood her husband’s demanding job—but this wasn’t the first time.

She spent all day at home with the kids, and the only quiet moments they had together at night were constantly interrupted by emergency calls.

After so many times, it was hard not to feel a little resentment.

Stella sighed, rolled over, and drifted into a restless sleep.

Her dreams were a swirl of shifting, unfamiliar scenes.

At the end of it all, a girl named Star slammed her hand on a table and declared, “I’m never getting married!”

Stella woke with a jolt. For a moment, she could still hear that sentence echoing in her ears: I’m never getting married.

She blinked in confusion, her eyes clouded with sleep.

Was it just a dream?