Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 384

"Don't talk nonsense. If you want a divorce, there's no way Stewart would refuse—he doesn't even love you..."

"That's right, he doesn't love me. But he thinks I'm just perfect to play nanny and stepmom to Irwin, doesn't he?"

Briony's voice turned icy. "Even after Irwin's own mother, Rosita, was the reason my son died, Stewart didn't bat an eye. He still expects me to go back and care for Irwin, as if nothing happened! Fiona, you could have had another grandchild, but Rosita took that away from you!"

"That's impossible!"

Fiona shot back, furious. "Rosita told me herself—it was your own fault! You ignored the doctor's advice and insisted on working. That's why my grandson was born early and didn't survive!"

"Oh?" Briony arched an eyebrow. "Rosita told you that herself?"

"She did!" Fiona's voice rose to a shout. "If she didn't call me, I never would have known just how malicious you are! You lost your own son, and now you want to get rid of Irwin too!"

"Listen to me, Briony. As long as I'm alive, you'll never lay a finger on Irwin!"

"Then why don't you go home and tell your son to hurry up and divorce me? Because I can't stand being Mrs. Wentworth for even another second."

"You'd better remember what you just said!" Fiona glared at Briony, practically grinding her teeth.

"Let me tell you something—the Wentworth family doesn't need someone like you, bringing nothing but bad luck. I saw right through you from the start. You never truly cared about Irwin. Now that you have a daughter, your true colors are showing!"

"A stepmother is always a stepmother. I should have known what you were up to! Just wait—I'll make sure Stewart divorces you! A spiteful woman like you doesn't deserve a place in this family. I'll see to it that you and your brat are out of the Wentworths for good!"

"Fine," Briony replied coolly. "I'll be waiting for your good news, Fiona."

Briony's calm, almost indifferent attitude only made Fiona angrier. It was like throwing punches into a pillow—no reaction at all.

Fiona glared at Briony, muttered a few more curses under her breath, and finally stormed out.