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?"

glare, calm and unyielding. "Whether Stewart and I divorce is between us. Irwin can stay here with

don't leave me! I don't like Grandma's house! And I hate that bad woman! I just want to go home with you-please, take me

was already hoarse from

after Irwin for five years and had never seen him cry like

"He's too upset to listen to reason right

Irwin's hand

feet moving as fast as they

called after them—Rosita, rushing

front yard, Rosita caught Irwin by

wrong, but I had my reasons back then. I

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

arm hurt from the

She's trying

Rosita, who wouldn't let go, her feelings

away, she shifted

beautiful face,