Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Briony, you're not thinking clearly right now, so I'm not going to argue with you."

With a sigh that betrayed his helplessness, Stewart set the bowl of hot cereal on the table and beckoned to Irwin. "Irwin, come here, buddy."

Irwin glanced nervously at Briony before shuffling over to Stewart's side.

Clinging to Stewart's hand, Irwin asked in a hesitant whisper, "Dad, is Mom really angry? Did you two have a fight?"

"We didn't have a fight." Stewart ruffled his son's hair, offering a gentle smile. "Why don't you go upstairs and play for a while, okay?"

Irwin didn't want to leave-not really. He could tell something was wrong. The whole room felt heavy, and Briony had barely looked at him. She'd never been this cold before.

A knot of frustration tightened in his chest. He wanted to protest, but Briony seemed so harsh right now, it scared him.

With a pout, he nodded, trying not to let his disappointment show. "Okay. But Dad, please talk to Mom nicely. Don't fight, okay?"

Stewart managed a reassuring smile. "I promise."

the stairs, throwing anxious glances

room on the second floor, he

made you some porridge. Try

tone in his voice made Briony scoff. "Save it. I'm not interested in anything you made. All I want

her eyes, the way she bristled at even the smallest hint of concern. She wasn't about to accept a shred of kindness from

temples in frustration, he softened his voice. "I've already called Cedric Clarke. He's reached out to Stella. For tonight, please just stay.

to you?" Briony shot back. "Stewart, you have no right to decide

"It's late. Irwin barely slept tonight because he was so worried about

and Rosita's

raised your child for five years. I've done more than enough! Don't forget, we're in the middle of a divorce. I owe Irwin nothing—not

expression darkened with

things like that. If

I made him choose between me and Rosita? Who

not fair," Stewart said sternly. "Rosita is Irwin's

voice turned icy. "So do me a favor-tell Irwin his