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 intensity. "Is

head-on, his deep eyes steady

Rosita is Irwin's

on his face. For Briony, the icy ache in her

was clipped, businesslike. "Irwin listens to you. Take him home and talk

carried Rosita out to

sleek black Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony

her head, her eyes stinging, her lips pale as she

said softly, his little hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are so red.

down, brushing her hand gently over his small face

Let's get you home." She stood

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

wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the

tried to explain Rosita's identity to

broke down in tears again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted

the nursery just as the sound of

downstairs-just as Stewart was coming through

met. The air between them felt heavy,

asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

her and

his retreating back,

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely

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

doorway. "Where are you taking

needs Irwin right now," Stewart

frozen, listening to the sound

pleased, never once giving her the

around the