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.

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

deep eyes steady and cold, but without a hint

Rosita is

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

Take him home and talk to him, help

Rosita out to

away from the

stinging, her lips pale as she tried

Irwin said softly, his little hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are

gently over his small face and forcing a thin, brittle

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

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

that Rosita had returned and Stewart was sure to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an

drive home, Briony tried to explain Rosita's

broke down in tears again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and

into the bed in the nursery just as the sound

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

air between them felt

asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

past her and heading straight

retreating back, her

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely

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

doorway. "Where are you

unwell. She needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied curtly,

sound of the car fading into

and went as he pleased, never once giving her the

glanced around the empty