Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 48

Briony let out a cold laugh. “Honestly, the thought that I raised a child for you and Rosita for five years makes me sick.”

Stewart slammed on the brakes.

The screech of tires cut through the night.

The Maybach stopped at the side of the road.

“Briony, Irwin really sees you as his mother,” Stewart said, meeting her gaze in the rearview mirror. “Don’t you think that’s a little harsh?”

Briony looked away, her hand tightening at her side. She knew Irwin was innocent—she’d never once taken her anger out on him. But tonight, she had to say what needed to be said.

Her face remained cold. “I’m just telling the truth.”

Stewart let out a derisive snort, his handsome face shadowed with anger. He was about to speak when his phone rang.

It was Rosita.

He hesitated, then answered. “Rosita… Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon.”

When the call ended, Stewart turned toward Briony. But before he could say a word, she spoke.

“Unlock the door. I’m getting out.”

Stewart pressed his lips together in frustration, but said nothing. He unlocked the doors.

Briony pushed open the door and stepped out of the car.

The door shut, and the Maybach pulled away into the darkness.

Briony’s lips curled into a cold, bitter smile. No matter how much she said, it would never mean as much as a single word from Rosita.

Stella was right—no one in Northborough had luck like Rosita.

It wasn’t far from downtown. Briony took out her phone to call a ride.

Suddenly, headlights flashed in front of her, harsh and blinding. She shielded her eyes with her hand.

A black Range Rover slowed to a stop beside her.

The driver’s door swung open, and a young man with sharp, striking features stepped out. He slammed the door with a thud, anger written all over his face.

“Briony!”

He was tall and lean, dressed in casual clothes, and his face was good enough for a magazine cover—if he weren’t glaring at her.

Briony stared at him, frowning slightly, uncertain. “You’re…James?”

James let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Well, look who remembers me! I half expected you to pick me up from the airport after the holidays—if you even showed up at all!”

Briony was silent for a moment, then said, “I texted you.”