Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Whose kid is that?" James stood up, peering curiously toward the door. "This isn't

even an apartment building. Why would a kid be running around here?"

"He's here for me."

"For you?" James turned, eyes wide. "But he called you 'Mom'... Wait, you? You're married? And your kid's that old already?!"

"I'm getting divorced. And the kid isn't mine to keep."

Briony didn't feel like explaining, nor did she want to face Irwin. "Just tell him I'm not here. I'm not going out."

Before James could press any further, Briony had already turned and disappeared into the restoration room.

He blinked, a touch of mischief flickering in his eyes, then sauntered over to the front door, eager to witness the drama.

On the other side of the glass, Irwin had assumed it would be Briony coming to greet him. When he saw James instead, the smile he'd started to wear instantly vanished.

The studio's glass door was automatic, but lately, Briony and James had kept themselves locked in the restoration room for safety, so the outer door was sealed from the inside.

James punched the release, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.

sizing up

but that's

always wears black, usually has glasses on, looks cool but kind of

his eyes are really striking—almost

more Irwin compared, the more uneasy he

wants a divorce just because Dad's too

silence dragged on, he frowned impatiently. "Alright, kid,

voice loud and clear. "Her name's Briony!" James raised an eyebrow, unbothered.

at him, indignant. “Just because I'm a kid doesn't mean you can fool me!

crouched down and gave Irwin's cheek a gentle pinch. "Is your

"Dad's great to her! He's downstairs waiting for me right

James was amused.

kid his age, he sure had

attitude told James all he needed to know she had zero desire to deal with this

good look at Irwin, searching for any

supposed to