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.

stared at him with a desperate

steady and cold, but without a hint of

is Irwin's

of deceit on his face. For

businesslike. "Irwin listens to you. Take

he carried Rosita out to the waiting

the Wentworth estate,

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

his little hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes

brushing her hand gently over his small face and forcing

I'm fine. 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

to use Irwin as an

home, Briony tried to explain Rosita's

listen. After a few words, he broke down in tears again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted from crying, Irwin fell

in the nursery just as the sound

then headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming

air

Stewart asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

and heading straight for

watching his retreating back, her hands

years of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she

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

doorway.

unwell. She needs Irwin right now,"

frozen, listening to the sound

once giving

around the