Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony drew a deep breath, doing her best to keep her composure.

She turned to Rosita. "Ms. Lockwood, are you really Irwin's biological mother?"-

Rosita met Briony's gaze, her smile gentle and warm. "Five years ago, because of work and a company contract, I had no choice but to keep my relationship with Irwin a secret."

Briony's breath caught. "Irwin's father..."

"Irwin is Stewart's and my child," Rosita replied softly.

Her words, gentle as they sounded, plunged into Briony's heart like a dagger.

Briony froze, a suffocating pain tightening her chest and draining all color from her face.

So, all this time-the child she had raised and loved as her own for five years— was actually Stewart and Rosita's son.

Which meant Stewart had been deceiving her from the very beginning.

He hadn't cheated after their wedding; rather, he'd been playing her for a fool right from the start.

"Ms. Kensington, I'm truly sorry for keeping this from you for so long. I actually advised Stewart to be honest with you from the beginning, but he thought it would be best if as few people as possible knew the truth.”

in Briony's mind like a relentless

Stewart, she was just

of living together, raising a child side by side- even if there was no romantic love between them-they

all along, the man she shared her

make sense of it. Why would Stewart lie to her? If he'd only told her the truth from the start, she never would have let herself

past five years have been hard on you. Stewart

Irwin so well. As his biological mother,

at her, lips pressed tightly together and face eerily calm, though her arm around Irwin trembled ever so

Rosita, his small face twisted in anger. "You're a

was stunned, her hand flying to her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes. The hurt and restraint in her expression made her look heartbreakingly

at once. She stood and snapped at Briony, "Is this how you

Still, for Irwin's sake, she managed, "He's just a child. You have to give him

what you're up to?" Fiona sneered. "Briony, we're

"Galen!"

hurried over.

have the Wentworth family's