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.

with a

his deep eyes steady and cold, but without a

is

face. For Briony, the

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

carried Rosita out to the

sleek black Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate,

stinging, her lips pale as she

wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are so red. Did you

over his small

get you home." She stood and turned to

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

Stewart was sure to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth family

Briony tried

Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted from crying, Irwin

sleeping form into the bed in the nursery just as the sound of a

headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming through

air between them

asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

her and heading straight for the

his retreating back, her hands clenched at

years of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved

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

doorway. "Where are you

needs Irwin right

stood frozen, listening to the sound of the car

came and went as he pleased, never once

around the empty