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.

red-rimmed, and she stared at him with a desperate intensity. "Is

eyes steady

Rosita is

deceit on his face. For Briony, the icy

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

that, he carried Rosita out

the

pale as she tried to will back the tears

hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are

down, brushing her hand gently over his

get you home." She stood and turned to Fiona. "You

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

sure to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse

Briony tried to

only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted from crying, Irwin fell asleep before they even

sleeping form into the bed in the nursery

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

air between

Irwin?" Stewart asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

nodded, brushing past her and heading

watching his retreating back, her

marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved an

to the nursery and walked in. He picked up the sleeping

doorway.

unwell. She needs Irwin right now," Stewart

the sound of the car fading into the

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

around the