Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony didn't look up. Instead, she picked up the paperwork and fixed her gaze on Rosita. "Tell Stewart my lawyer will be in touch about the rest of the divorce," she said coolly.

With that, she turned to leave.

Rosita stood up, her voice gentle and edged with a hint of pleading. "Ms. Kensington, is Irwin with you?"

Briony paused mid-step, glancing back at her.

Rosita's eyes were soft, almost desperate. "I haven't seen Irwin in days. Would it be alright if I went upstairs to see him?"

Briony hesitated. She really didn't want Rosita setting foot in her studio. But Irwin was Rosita's child. Once the divorce was finalized, Briony wouldn't even be his legal guardian anymore.

The thought twisted inside her, and she opened her mouth to reply-only to be interrupted by a tiny, eager voice.

"Mom!"

Briony turned, just in time to see Irwin bounding toward her.

He flung himself into her arms. Out of habit, Briony caught him, ruffling his hair gently. "What are you doing down here on your own?"

"Hannah rode the elevator with me," Irwin explained, snuggling closer. "She only left when she saw me walk into the café."

face burrowing into her shoulder.

fond. This little boy

didn't go unnoticed-Rosita's slender frame

"Irwin..." Rosita's voice trembled.

up, startled, and met Rosita's wounded gaze. He froze, uncertainty

was just about to let Irwin go when footsteps sounded behind

"Rosita."

was tall, dressed in a long black

side, slipped off his coat, and draped it

into Stewart's arms, as if nothing

stared, numb, a sharp, aching pain spreading

down, Stewart murmured softly to Rosita,

his words, Rosita's face went pale with panic. She clung to Stewart's

one protective arm around her, Stewart

said, "Take Irwin home.

an order,

close, watching through the café's window as Stewart shielded Rosita all the way