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.

were red-rimmed, and she stared at him with a desperate

met her gaze head-on, his deep eyes steady and cold,

is Irwin's

face. For Briony,

Take

he carried Rosita out to the waiting

pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving

head, her eyes stinging, her lips pale as she tried to will back the tears with deep, shaky

softly, his little hand wrapping around

his small face

Let's get you home." She stood

with Stewart's instructions, she

sure to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an

home, Briony tried to explain Rosita's identity to

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

in the nursery just as the sound of

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

air between them

Stewart asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

nodded, brushing past her and heading straight

hesitated, watching his retreating back,

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved

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

in the doorway. "Where are you

Irwin right now," Stewart

sound of

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

around the