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.

a

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

is

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

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

that, he carried Rosita out to the

from the

bowed her head, her eyes stinging, her lips pale as she tried to

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

hand gently over his small face and forcing a thin,

get you home." She stood and turned

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

returned and Stewart was sure to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in

the drive home, Briony tried to explain

only comfort

sleeping form into the bed in the nursery just as the sound

downstairs-just as Stewart was coming through

air between them felt

asked, his tone

"He's asleep upstairs."

her and heading straight for

retreating back,

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved

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

doorway. "Where

right now," Stewart replied curtly, and

to the sound of the

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

around