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.

she stared at him with a desperate intensity. "Is it true?

his deep eyes steady and cold, but without a

is Irwin's

of deceit on his face. For Briony, the icy ache

to you. Take him home and

Rosita out to

Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony

lips pale as she tried

around hers.

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

Let's get you home." She stood and turned to

in her eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice but to let Irwin

to use Irwin as

tried

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 of a car drifted in from

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

eyes met. The air

asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

her and

back, her hands clenched

marriage, countless nights spent

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

in the doorway.

right now," Stewart replied curtly,

the sound of the car fading

went as he pleased, never once giving her the

glanced around the