NovelGoldChapter 388 Stewart swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "So, you never once thought about bringing our daughter home, did you?" "Of course not," Briony replied, her voice cold. "Every tI look at you, all I can see is my son. Stewart, you've never understood-my son is dead. I hate Rosita and Irwin, but the person I hate most... is you." Stewart's pupils constricted, shock flickering across his face.
"After he died, every single tI saw you, I wanted nothing more than to drive a knife straight through your heart." He stared at her, frozen.
"I hate you for always enabling Rosita, for forcingto stay because of Irwin. But what I hate most is how, when you found out it was Rosita who killed our son, you did nothing. The thing I hate most... the thing I can never forgive..." Briony's chest heaved, her voice trembling. "You wouldn't even letsee him one last time." "That was my child," she choked out, "my flesh and blood. Even when I'd lost all hope in you, he was still my family. But because of you, because of all of you, I lost him. Forever! Stewart, how dare you even dream that we could ever go back to the way things were?" That last sentence tore from her in a raw, anguished shout.
A sharp, unfamiliar pain twisted in Stewart's chest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFor the first time, he felt Briony's emotions with brutal clarity-the weight of her hatred, the depth of her resentment. Her eyes were rimmed with red, brimming with nothing but bland fury.
In that moment, it was as if another voice echoed inside his mind: You can't go back. She's never coming back.
A surge of panic rose up in him, an emotion so foreign it nearly overwhelmed him. His rationality, his certainty- everything he clung to-splintered in an instant.
"I... I can change..." He took a step forward, but Briony instantly stepped back.
He stopped dead, helpless, staring at her.
She watched him with wary, angry eyes, her gaze filled with nothing but loathing and distrust. Stewart felt like his feet were rooted to the spot.
Even though her words and her expression had already given him the answer, he still couldn't let go. "We still have Little Nina," he pleaded, desperate now. "For our daughter's sake, can't we at least-" "Don't use our child to holdhostage! Briony's patience snapped, her voice rising. "What is a child to you, Stewart? Honestly-do you even know how to love a child? Do you know what it means to be a father?" Stewart's eyes flickered, that pain in his chest intensifying with every word she hurled at him.
"After everything that's happened, I don't have any naïve hopes that you'll actually care for Little Nina. To you, she's just a pawn-a way to keeptrapped." "That's not true..." Stewart's voice was hoarse, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love her. I really do..." "Love?" Briony let out a bitter laugh. "Do you even know what that word means? Take Irwin, for example you always said you loved him. Sure, you gave him a one comfortable life, groomed him as the future heir of the Wentworth family. But did you ever, even once, care about what he actually needed?" Confusion clouded Stewart's dark eyes.
"Face it, Stewart. You don't know how to love anyone. All you ever do is weigh your options, calculate gains and losses. Everythingis about control and outcomes." Briony took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Her voice was cold now. "Living with someone like you-it's suffocating." With that, she stopped looking at him. She turned, walking straight toward James's white Range Rover parked by the curb.
Stewart didn't follow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe just stood there, watching her walk away.
Under the glow of the streetlights, her figure stretched out on the om pavement a shadow growing longer and fainter. He watched, numb, as she moved further and further away.
All around him, Northborough's summer night glittered with neom lights, cars streaming through the streets, people hurrying home.
The white Range Rover slipped into the darkness.
Stewart's eyelashes fluttered. He stared at the endless flow of cars on the road feeling utterly lost. So many people returning htonight.
But not him.
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