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? Is

deep eyes steady and

is

his face. For Briony, the icy ache

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

Rosita

black Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony

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

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

over his small face

get you home." She stood

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

soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin

Briony tried to explain Rosita's identity

could only comfort him, feeling

nursery just as

him, then headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming

eyes met. The air between them felt heavy,

asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

past her and heading straight

his retreating back, her

countless nights

door to the nursery and walked in. He picked up the

stood in the doorway. "Where

Irwin right now," Stewart replied curtly, and

to the sound of

as he pleased, never once giving her the chance to

glanced around