NovelGoldChapter 341 "Cheating, Briony? Is that what you think?" Briony let out a cold laugh. "Stewart, maybe you just can't see decency in anyone because you've never had any yourself." "Oh, so I'm wrong, am I?" Stewart closed the distance between them, step by step.
With the bathroom behind her, Briony retreated, lowering her voice in warning. "Don't cany closer." "What's wrong?" Stewart's expression darkened. "You can get so cozy with Ferdinand and James, but when it comes to me, you act like I'm poison?" Briony glared, brows tightly knit, wary of waking their daughter. Her voice was a furious whisper. "You're unhinged. I can't talk sense to you. Get out!" But Stewart wasn't backing down.
He grabbed her wrist in his large hand, dragging her into the bathroom.
"Stewart-!" Her protest was muffled as the bathroom door slammed shut.
Stewart pinned her against the tiled wall.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"Briony, you're still Mrs. Wentworth. You'd do well to remember that." Pain shot up her jaw. Briony shoved at his chest, finally losing her patience. "Let go of me, Stewart!" "Oh?" Stewart leaned in so close their noses nearly touched, his voice icy. "Already saving yourself for other men, and we're not even divorced yet?" "Back off!" Briony shot him a furious glare.
"We're married," Stewart pressed, their faces so close their breath mingled. "Legally, I could do anything I want with you right now-" Smack! The slap echoed in the small bathroom.
Stewart froze in shock.
"Don't touch me!" Briony shoved him away, breath trembling. "Our deal ended a long tago. If you'd just let go, I wouldn't have stayed Mrs. Wentworth for another day!" Stewart's brow furrowed, his eyes black with anger.
The bathroom lights were harsh and unforgiving. Briony stared him down, her gaze glacial.
"Listen carefully, Stewart. I'm not your personal release. If you have needs, find someone else. I won't stand in your way." "Oh, you wantto go find another woman?" Stewart's jaw clenched, fury blazing in his eyes. "How generous of you, Mrs. Wentworth." "There's no point remindingwe're married. You and I both know this marriage is nothing but an empty shell." Stewart's dark gaze bore into her.
She held his eyes, her voice cool and steady. "Even if I were interested in someone else, I wouldn't cross the line while we're still married." She took a breath, each word deliberate. "But I'm not faithful for your sake, Mr. Wentworth. I'm doing this for myself. And for Little Nina." No matter how suffocating and disgusting this marriage had become, she would never give anyone the chance to call her a vel cheater. She would never do anything that would give people an excuse to look down on Little Nina.
Stewart's lips pressed into a thin, bitter line.
Briony broke eye contact, turned, and yanked open the bathroom door. Under his stormy gaze, she walked out.
At her wardrobe, she pulled open the doors. "I'm going to bed. Please leave." Stewart's hands clenched at his sides, jaw tight.
He stared at her back for a long moment, then finally turned and left.
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His footsteps faded down the hallway. Briony closed her eyes and let qut a long, shaky breath. Rosita was riding high these days.
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has a With renewed popularity, Rosita began rebuilding her reputation as a serious actress. She'd first shot to fabroad, winning Best Actress for a breakout film.
But then her agency, eager to cash in, shifted her into TV s, reality shows, and endless endorsements. Over the years, her acting chops had dulled.
Now, her company was investing heavily in her comeback role-a with Rosita cast as the fourth-generation heir to a family of traditional artisans.
The director, Grover, was a documentary veteran and notoriously demanding, especially when it cto authenticity.
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