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 desperate intensity. "Is it true? Is she really Irwin's

gaze head-on, his deep eyes steady and cold, but without

Rosita is

was not a trace of deceit on his face. For Briony,

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

that, he carried Rosita

pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving

eyes stinging, her lips pale as she tried to will back the tears

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

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

Let's get you home." She stood

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

to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth family much longer. The thought

tried to explain Rosita's identity to

comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted from crying, Irwin fell asleep before they even

the bed in the nursery just as the sound of a car

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

air

asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

nodded, brushing past her and heading straight for

watching his retreating back, her hands clenched at her

countless nights spent together-surely she

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

doorway.

She needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied

listening to the sound of the car fading into

he pleased, never once

around the