Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James didn't coddle the boy for even a second. Without hesitation, he hoisted him over his shoulder and delivered a sharp smack to his backside. "No wonder your mother left you, you little rascal! Such a troublemaker!"

Irwin's wailing was immediate. "Mom! Mom, help me! Waaa-this awful man is hitting me-!"

No matter how much Irwin kicked and screamed, it didn't change a thing-James carried him straight down the stairs.

Parked by the curb was a sleek Maybach.

The passenger window was down.

Irwin, still sniffling, spotted Stewart in the driver's seat and shrieked, "Dad! Dad, help me—!"

Stewart opened the door and stepped out, walking over with his usual calm.

Without a word, James dumped Irwin right into Stewart's arms.

The moment Irwin landed in his father's embrace, he clung to Stewart's neck, his sobs fading into pitiful little hiccups. He slumped against Stewart's shoulder, his small body shaking with every breath-he looked every bit the picture of misery.

If James hadn't just witnessed Irwin's wild tantrum upstairs-punching and kicking

with all his might-he might have actually been fooled by this act.

that Briony's child would turn out to

said bluntly, "Mr. Wentworth, heir to the most prestigious family in Northborough,

sharp gaze, magnified behind his

though both men had certainly heard of each

his voice low and

Stewart up. Then he flashed a

saying, "Tell her the results are in for her mother's and brother's bone marrow

Irwin, and got back in the

pulled away, disappearing down the

the car shrink into the distance, a

...

Briony was just stepping out

"All done?" he asked.

She poured herself a

she glanced at James. "Do

his flight. "I've seen your skill these past few days. Since the restoration's complete, I'll take the artifact back tonight and hand it in. As for the results, you'll just have