NovelGoldChapter 161 Stella looked up at Briony, her expression dead serious. "Wait, is Rosita sick or something? Like, one of those trashy plots-tragic ex-girlfriend needs a kidney transplant or whatever... Hold up! You don't think Stewart's after your organs, do you?" Briony just stared at her. "...." As ridiculous as it sounded, Stella had actually gotten about half of it right.
"He said Rosita has a brain tumor," Briony replied quietly.
Stella's eyes went wide. "No way. Seriously? Wow, karma really is working overtime! Couldn't have happened to a nicer person, honestly." Briony pressed her lips together, frowning slightly.
"What's with that look?" Stella frowned too. "Are you actually worried Stewart wants your body parts? Relax, even if he's lost his mind, Rosita needs a brain, not a kidney. Unless Stewart's found a mad scientist somewhere, you're safe-your head's staying right where it is." Briony shot her a tired look. "Star, maybe lay off the soap operas for a while." "Alright, alright, I just thought I'd try to cheer you up a little." Stella put her hands up in surrender.
Briony sighed. "Just finish reading the agreement, will you?" "Sure." Stella nodded obediently and went back to scanning the contract.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHonestly, those first few terms looked pretty good to Stella.
Who complains about too much money? The more, the better! Especially for someone like Briony, who'd been raising that jerk's kid—and his mistress's kid, no less-for five long years. As far as Stella was concerned, the money, the house, all of it was nothing less than what Briony deserved.
Stella flipped to the last page. Suddenly, her gaze froze on an extra clause at the end.
"What's this addendum? It isn't spelled out anywhere in the contract." "I haven't asked yet, but honestly?" Briony's face was tense. "It can't be anything good." Stella pulled a face like she'd bitten into a lemon.
"I was getting all excited for nothing! Guess I really was too naive. I mean, what's Stewart's deal, anyway? The guy's a billionaire lawyer-shouldn't he have better things to do than play mind games?" Briony rubbed her temples. "I wish I knew what he was after." Stella propped her chin on her hand and muttered, "Grade-A jerk." The mood in the room suddenly turned heavy.
A knock sounded at the door, and a moment later, a waiter cin, carrying their food.
One by one, the dishes were set out on the table.
When the last dish arrived, Stella grabbed a fork, speared a piece of carrot cake, and shoved it in her mouth. Through a mouthful, she mumbled, "Forget the jerk for now, you're pregnant. Eating well is priority number one!" Briony didn't really have an appetite. She absentmindedly ladled herself ssoup and sipped at it.
"By the way," Stella said, poking at her rice with her fork and eyeing Briony, "aren't you the least bit curious about those three conditions he mentioned?" "Nothing good, I'm sure." Briony recoiled at the thought, which was why she hadn't even asked.
But Stella didn't think ignoring it would solve anything.
She set her fork down. "I just don't get it. Stewart's been acting completely unhinged lately. He's the one who handed you the divorce papers, he's the one planning a wedding with Rosita, and now he's the one refusing to let you go unless you agree to three mystery conditions!"
"Seriously, you need to just ask him what those conditions are!" Stella's frustration was mounting. I want to know what could possibly be so кром important that Stewart keeps dangling it over your head, making things so difficult for you!" Briony couldn't make sense of it either.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmStewart's recent behavior was nothing short of bizarre.
"Bryn, you have to get out of this marriage," Stella urged. "It's clear Stewart doesn't want to end things amicably so you need to find a way to cut ties as soon as possible. I'm not saying you should cave, but honestly..."
She sighed again. "In Northborough, Stewart has all the power. And given your situation, you really can't afford to drag this out any longer. The most important thing right now is to end this marriage." Stella had a point.
Briony knew she couldn't waste any more time. Before her pregnancy showed, she had to get out of Northborough.
Bolstered by Stella's encouragement, Briony dialed Stewart's number.
He picked up almost immediately.
His deep voice cthrough the phone. "Have you made up your mind?" Briony swallowed her anger and answered, her tone icy, "Let's hear your three conditions first." Stewart gave a low, amused chuckle. "I don't negotiate over the phone. Let's meet."
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