Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 89

Stewart’s sudden, softened tone caught Rosita off guard. She looked at him, her brows knitting in silent confusion.

But Briony had no time to dwell on Stewart’s change in attitude.

Right now, all she cared about was finding her mother.

Any lead, any glimmer of hope—she refused to let it slip by.

She fixed Stewart with a fierce stare. “My mom’s missing.”

Stewart’s brow furrowed. “When did this happen?”

“Last night. After she left your office.”

Briony’s gaze was icy, her resentment barely concealed.

Stewart flinched under her glare. “Briony, do you really think your mother’s disappearance has something to do with me?”

“She vanished right after seeing you! Who else am I supposed to come to?!”

Her voice broke, anger and desperation colliding. Briony’s chest heaved, and for a moment the room spun. She pressed her lips together, fighting back tears that threatened to spill from her reddened eyes.

She’d spent the entire night searching—she was at her breaking point.

Seeing Stewart’s indifference now, all the frustration she’d bottled up suddenly exploded.

“If you and Rosita hadn’t shown up at the hospital last time, my mother never would’ve learned about our marriage!”

“If it wasn’t for you two, I wouldn’t have been dragged through the mud online, and my mom wouldn’t think I was someone’s mistress!”

“Stewart, I never imagined, when I agreed to your arrangement five years ago, that this marriage would become such a humiliation!”

Stewart listened to her accusations, his handsome features growing colder. “Being married to me is humiliating?”

“Yes!” Briony met his dark eyes, unflinching. “If I could go back and choose again, I’d never marry you.”

Stewart’s expression darkened completely, something hot and furious rising in his chest.

“Briony, I didn’t even have a chance to talk to your mother yesterday,” he said, his voice cold and edged with anger. “Instead of blaming me, maybe you should focus on where she might have gone.”

Briony’s breath caught. She stared at the man in front of her, realizing—yet again—that disappointment in someone truly had no limits.