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.

and she stared at him with a desperate intensity. "Is it true? Is

his deep eyes steady and cold, but without a hint of

is

a trace of deceit on his face. For Briony, the icy ache in her chest

to you. Take him home and talk to him, help him

carried Rosita out to the waiting

Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony

her lips pale as she tried to will back the tears with deep, shaky

Irwin said softly, his little hand wrapping around hers.

brushing her hand gently over his small face and forcing

Let's get you home." She stood and turned to Fiona.

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

divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin

tried to explain Rosita's identity

comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted from

nursery just as the sound of a car drifted in from

headed downstairs-just as Stewart

air between them

Irwin?" Stewart asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

brushing past her and heading straight

retreating back, her

years of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved

the door to the nursery and walked in. He picked up the sleeping Irwin, cradling him gently, and turned

stood in the doorway. "Where are

right now,"

stood frozen, listening to the sound of the

and went as he pleased, never once giving

around the