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."

throwing anxious glances over

second

Stewart tapped the tabletop. "I made you some porridge. Try to

Briony scoff. "Save it. I'm not interested in

bristled at even the smallest hint

already called Cedric Clarke. He's reached out to Stella. For tonight, please

back. "Stewart, you have no right to decide anything for

so worried about you. Are you

your and Rosita's

five years. I've done more than enough! Don't forget, we're in

darkened with every

things like that. If Irwin heard you, it would devastate

Briony's laughter was cold, bitter. "Then what if I made him choose between me and Rosita? Who do

fair," Stewart said sternly. "Rosita is Irwin's biological mother. That

turned icy. "So do me a favor-tell Irwin his only mother is Rosita. From now on, don't let