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.

eyes were red-rimmed, and she stared at him with a desperate intensity. "Is it

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

is

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

"Irwin listens to you. Take him home and talk to him, help

he carried Rosita out to the waiting

away from the Wentworth estate,

pale as she tried to will

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

her hand gently over his

fine. Let's get you home." She

with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice

to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth family much longer.

Briony tried to explain Rosita's identity to

Irwin wouldn't listen. After a few words, he broke down in tears again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling

nursery

covers over him, then headed downstairs-just as Stewart was

met. The air

asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

her and heading

his retreating back,

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she

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

doorway. "Where are

needs Irwin right

listening to the sound of the car fading

and went as he pleased, never once giving her the chance to question, to ask

around the