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.

a desperate

head-on, his deep eyes steady and

Rosita is Irwin's

was not a trace of deceit on his face.

listens to you. Take him home and talk to him,

he carried Rosita out to the waiting

the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony standing

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

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

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

home." She stood and turned to Fiona. "You heard

eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions,

now that Rosita had returned and Stewart was sure to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth

tried to explain Rosita's identity

only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken.

nursery just as

him, then headed downstairs-just as

eyes met. The air between

Stewart asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

and

hesitated, watching his retreating back, her

nights spent

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

stood in the doorway. "Where

unwell. She needs Irwin right

frozen, listening to the sound

never once giving her

around