Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart cut a striking figure in a tailored black suit, his presence commanding and coldly dignified.

His gaze flicked dispassionately over Briony's pale face before settling on Irwin, who was sobbing uncontrollably nearby.

"Irwin, come here." Stewart beckoned to him.

At his words, the maids exchanged nervous glances and quickly let go of Irwin's arms.

Irwin wasted no time; he ran straight to Stewart.

"Dad! Dad, you're finally here!" he cried, his small body shaking with relief and tears.

Stewart knelt down, gently ruffling Irwin's hair. His voice was calm and steady, reassuring. "Tell me, son. What happened?"

Before Irwin could answer, Rosita stepped forward.

She wiped her cheeks, her voice soft but edged with self-blame.

"It's my fault. I didn't think things through-I showed up out of the blue. Irwin couldn't handle it, finding out I'm his mother. It was too much for him all at once."

"You're not my mom!" Irwin shouted, pushing Rosita away with surprising force. "You're a bad woman! You're not my mom!"

Rosita gasped as her heel twisted beneath her, and for a moment it seemed she was about to fall.

In the nick of time, Stewart stepped in, catching her and pulling her safely into his arms.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern flickering in his usually stoic eyes.

Rosita winced, unable to put weight on her foot. "I think I twisted my ankle, but I'll be fine. Irwin's feelings are what matter."

Stewart's brow furrowed. Without another word, he scooped Rosita up in his arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

As he turned, his eyes met Briony's.

with a desperate intensity.

eyes steady and cold, but

is Irwin's

face. For Briony, the icy ache in her chest

listens to you. Take

carried Rosita out

Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony standing

her eyes stinging, her lips pale as

Irwin said softly, his little hand wrapping around hers.

down, brushing her hand gently over his small face and forcing a thin, brittle

She stood and turned

glared at her, frustration simmering in her eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice but to let

sure to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth family much longer. The thought brought Fiona a

Briony tried to explain Rosita's identity to

again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted from crying, Irwin fell

bed in the nursery just as the

covers over him, then headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming through the

air

asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

brushing past her and heading straight

retreating back, her hands clenched at her

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved

to the nursery and walked in. He

the doorway. "Where

She needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied curtly,

listening to the sound of

as he pleased, never once giving her the chance to question, to ask

around