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.

really hadn't expected that Briony's child would turn out to be such a

stare, he said bluntly, "Mr. Wentworth, heir to the most prestigious family in Northborough, yet this is how you

magnified behind his

first face-to-face encounter, though both men had certainly heard of each

voice

James replied, sticking one hand in his pocket as he sized Stewart up. Then

moment before saying, "Tell her the results are in for her mother's and

Irwin, and got

pulled away,

shrink into the distance, a thin, cold smile flickering

...

returned to the studio, Briony was just stepping out of the restoration

"All done?" he asked.

water cooler. She poured herself a cup of

cup down, she glanced at James. "Do you want to

past few days. Since the restoration's