Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The sound of a car drifted in from the driveway.

Stewart was home.

Briony gripped the pregnancy test in her hand as she opened the bathroom door.

Downstairs, Irwin's excited voice rang out.

"Daddy!"

Briony made her way down the stairs, step by deliberate step.

Irwin stood on the couch, arms stretched wide toward Stewart. "Daddy, pick me up!"

Stewart bent down and scooped Irwin into his arms.

Briony noticed at once that Stewart had changed his clothes.

Then she remembered the three unanswered calls earlier...

The cruel truth was impossible to ignore.

the last step, her

neck and looked over at Briony. "Mommy, Daddy's taking me out to play. Do you want

Irwin, then let her gaze settle

his glasses today. His deep-set eyes betrayed nothing, not

last, Stewart looked at her,

worked hard these past few days," he said, his voice low and pleasant— but every word edged with detachment. "I'll be staying in Northborough for a

was shutting her

faint, bitter smile curving her

It felt ironic.

just moments ago, in the bathroom, she'd

as Briony

only asked if she wanted to come

if she agreed? Then what

was supposed to go find Mommy with

his voice small

shifted, meeting

begin to untangle the look in her son's eyes. She

see Rosita.