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 intensity. "Is it true?

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

Rosita is Irwin's

his face. For Briony, the icy ache in her

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

carried Rosita out

from the Wentworth

her eyes stinging, her lips pale as she

around

down, brushing her hand gently over his small face and

She stood and turned to Fiona. "You heard

glared at her, frustration simmering in her eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice but to let

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

the drive home, Briony tried

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

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

pulled the covers over him, then headed downstairs-just as Stewart

The air between them felt

Irwin?" Stewart asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

her and

retreating back, her hands clenched at her

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely

the second floor, Stewart pushed open the door to the nursery and walked in.

in the doorway. "Where are you

She needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied

to the sound of the car fading

as he pleased, never once giving

glanced around