Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 626

Inside the tiny fitting room, Briony stood frozen, her arms full of lacy lingerie she had no intention of trying on.

The space was barely three feet wide—cramped even for one person. But, as if that weren’t enough, this particular fitting room opened up to a narrow staircase leading to a loft above—a makeshift storage attic.

She heard footsteps approaching.

Sensing something, Briony looked up.

A figure dressed in black appeared in the doorway.

It was a man—black baseball cap pulled low, half his face hidden behind a mask, only his eyes visible: narrow, deep-set, and impossible to read.

He was tall. With two long strides, he descended the twisting wooden steps from the attic and stood before her.

The moment he appeared, Briony understood what Mary had been planning all along.

She stared at the man in front of her, her thoughts scattered, as if time itself had stopped.

He was still dressed as Blair.

She knew the world still believed Stewart was dead—he had to remain a ghost.

But why was he here, in Blair’s disguise, to see her?

Hadn’t Mr. Hoffman told him she already knew the truth?

They locked eyes in a heavy silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

In the end, it was Stewart who gave in first.

He closed his eyes, let out a weary sigh, and reached up to remove his mask.