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.

at him with a desperate intensity. "Is it true? Is she really Irwin's

her gaze head-on, his deep eyes steady and cold, but

Rosita is

his face. For Briony, the icy ache in her chest only

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

that, he carried Rosita out to

Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony standing

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

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

her hand gently over his small face

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

eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice but to let Irwin

use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the

Briony tried to

Irwin wouldn't 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 asleep before they even reached the

carefully tucked his sleeping form into the bed in the nursery just as the

headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming

met. The air between them felt heavy,

Stewart asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

past her and heading

his retreating back, her hands clenched at

years of marriage, countless nights

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

in the doorway. "Where are

Irwin right now," Stewart replied curtly,

the sound of the car fading into

he pleased, never once giving her

glanced around the