Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 61

The blizzard was relentless, and the wipers thrashed frantically across the windshield as Stella crawled along the empty road.

Inside the car, the heater was on full blast, and gentle music drifted through the warm air.

Briony leaned back, eyes closed, her whole body as still as Milo beside her.

Stella kept sneaking glances her way.

She didn’t know exactly what had happened back at Southcreek Manor, but she could sense Briony had been hurt badly this time.

Honk! Honk!

Suddenly, a car horn blared from behind.

Stella glanced in the rearview mirror.

A sleek black Maybach was barreling up behind them, closing in fast.

“Is that Stewart’s car behind us?” she asked, tension creeping into her voice.

Briony slowly opened her eyes, looked into the mirror, and frowned slightly. “It’s him.”

“He’s flashing his lights at us!” Stella pressed harder on the gas. “Seriously, what does he want now?!”

“Just ignore him,” Briony replied quietly.

“As if I’d do anything else,” Stella muttered.

She gripped the wheel tighter, her nerves firing as she sped up. “Buckle up, Bryn! I’m about to floor it!”

But the weather was too fierce—sixty miles an hour was already pushing the limits of Stella’s skills in this storm.

It wasn’t long before the Maybach overtook them.

Stella was still cursing under her breath when the Maybach suddenly swerved, fishtailing right in front of them.

Stella’s eyes went wide as she slammed on the brakes—

Briony lurched forward from the momentum, but her seatbelt kept her safe.

Trying to steady her breathing, Stella turned to Briony. “Bryn, are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine,” Briony said, shaking her head. “Are you?”

“Me? Right now I want to give Stewart a piece of my mind! I swear, if I get out of this car— I’ll— I’ll punch a hole in his—”

She never finished her sentence.

Stewart’s gaze never wavered.

Briony stood by the car, keeping a few yards between them.

The sky had grown even darker, and the storm was only getting worse.

This wasn’t the kind of weather for a roadside conversation, but Briony knew Stewart—if he’d chased her down, he wasn’t leaving without a fight.

“Stewart, if you came here to convince me to go back and look after Irwin, let me make this clear—I won’t.”

Stewart’s jaw tightened. His voice was quiet, but deep. “Irwin’s just a kid. He didn’t mean what he said.”

“Those weren’t empty words, Stewart. He was telling the truth—just repeating what you told him: I’m not his mother.”

Stewart stiffened.

Briony met his gaze, her voice steady, nearly carried away by the wind. “I’m not as important to Irwin as you think. He’s just gotten used to relying on me these past five years. If I leave, of course he’ll have a hard time at first. But he’ll move on. He’ll be fine.”

Stewart pressed his lips into a thin line.

The snow was falling harder now. There were only a few yards between them, but it suddenly felt like miles.

“So you’re really set on cutting ties with Irwin?” he finally asked, his voice barely rising above the storm.