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. "Is it

steady and cold,

is Irwin's

was not a trace of deceit on his face. For

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

that, he carried Rosita out to the waiting

sleek black Maybach pulled away from the

stinging, her lips pale as she tried to

hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are so red.

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

She stood and turned to Fiona. "You heard

with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice but to let

wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth family much longer. The thought brought

tried to explain Rosita's identity

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

nursery just as the

headed downstairs-just

eyes met. The air between them

asked, his tone

"He's asleep upstairs."

and

retreating back,

marriage, countless nights spent together-surely

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

doorway.

right now," Stewart

sound

never once giving her the chance to

glanced around the empty