Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

This child had always been frail-born with asthma, no less-and the one thing he couldn't handle was getting worked up from crying.

After all, she'd raised him single-handedly since he was a baby. No matter what, Briony just couldn't bring herself to abandon him.

"Irwin, sweetheart, I'm not leaving you, okay? Please, don't cry."

All Briony wanted was to calm Irwin down first.

But Fiona, standing nearby, heard this and twisted it to her own ends.

"Briony, do you have any shame? Irwin isn't even your own child! How dare you say something like that?"

Fiona, who always carried herself with the air of a high-society matriarch, didn't bother to hide her contempt for Briony. Her voice was sharp, dripping with venom.

"No wonder Irwin's never warmed up to me all these years. He's devoted to you, calls you 'Mom,' and now I see why. You've been brainwashing him behind my back, haven't you?"

The accusation was outrageous. Briony's expression hardened, despite her concern for the child.

"Mrs. Wentworth, when Stewart and I married, I didn't ask for your blessing. If you don't accept me as your daughter-in-law, fine-I won't force it. But do you really think, in front of a five-year-old, you're being a good example? So tell me: am I the disrespectful one, or are you just abusing your age and status?"

"You!" Fiona was stunned by Briony's open defiance, her face flushing with anger. "Are you trying to provoke me right now?"

"Whether Stewart and I divorce is between

sobbing louder. "Mom, don't leave me! I don't like Grandma's house! And I hate that bad woman! I just want

was already hoarse

for five years and had never seen him cry like

reason right now. Let me take him home. When he's

Briony took Irwin's hand

as fast as they could, terrified she'd

voice called after them—Rosita, rushing

the front yard, Rosita caught Irwin by

don't go! Mommy was wrong, but I had my reasons back then. I love

go, you're a bad lady!" Irwin tried to wrench his arm free, but Rosita just

arm hurt from

help me! She's

looked at Rosita, who wouldn't let go, her

couldn't pull Irwin away, she shifted her desperate gaze to

beautiful face, making her look