Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"I hate you!"

Irwin hurled the rest of his bedtime stories to the floor and stomped on them, his voice trembling with fury. "You're a liar! You don't want me, well, I don't want you either! I don't want any of this!"

"Irwin!"

Stewart grabbed Irwin's arm, his handsome face darkening with anger. "Say one more word like that and you'll be sorry!"

Irwin struggled with all his might, but he was no match for his father's strength.

Blinded by rage, Irwin couldn't see the storm brewing in his father's eyes. All he wanted was to let out every ounce of hurt and frustration bottled up inside him—

"I just hate her!" Irwin jutted out his chin, his tear-stained eyes glaring stubbornly at Stewart. "You said it yourself-she's not really my mom, right? So if she isn't my mom, why should I have to like her? I hate her! I hate that she lied to me!"

Stewart froze.

That one sentence-"You said she's not really my mom!"-hit him like a slap in the face.

He let go of Irwin and turned to look at Briony.

Briony stood rooted to the spot, silent and pale as a ghost.

was staring at Irwin, her delicate face drained of all color. Her usually bright, clear eyes were now clouded, as if a heavy mist had settled over them,

felt a

[Why is Mommy crying?]

depths of Briony's mind. Staring at Irwin, who was now flushed and defiant, she suddenly saw him as he'd been at two years old, lisping his first

clumsily, yet so tenderly,

prison. She'd seen the bruises on her mother's face and realized, for the first time, just how much her mother was

cried the whole

on the couch with Irwin and pretending to read to him, her mind had

her neck, his soft cheek pressing against hers. “Don't

nose sting. She'd burst into tears again, unable

chubby little hands, mumbling

she usually said to him. The more anxious

Briony had been completely broken. She'd

to prison, the Kensingtons hadn't let up. They ruined her reputation at university, schemed against her in every way they could. She'd endured it

connections. All she could

little Irwin started crying too, blowing on her with his tiny lips,

Mommy hurts,