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 it true? Is

met her gaze head-on, his deep eyes steady and cold, but without

Rosita is

his face. For Briony, the icy ache in her

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

that, he carried Rosita out to

away from the Wentworth

bowed her head, her eyes stinging, her lips pale as she tried to will

hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are

gently over his small face and forcing a thin, brittle

She stood and

with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice but

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

tried to explain

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

sleeping form into the bed in the nursery just

over him, then headed downstairs-just

eyes met. The air between

Irwin?" Stewart asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

nodded, brushing past her and heading straight for

hesitated, watching his retreating back, her hands clenched at her

marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved

Stewart pushed open the door to the nursery and walked in. He picked up the

the doorway. "Where are you taking

unwell. She needs Irwin right now," Stewart

to the sound

went as he pleased, never once giving her the chance

glanced around the empty