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."

stairs, throwing anxious

on the second floor, he

made you some porridge. Try to eat a

scoff. "Save it. I'm not interested in anything you made. All I want is to get out of

could see the anger burning in her eyes, the way she bristled at even the smallest

frustration, he softened his voice. "I've already called Cedric Clarke. He's reached out to Stella. For tonight, please just stay. Tomorrow morning, I'll drive you

you have no

slept tonight because he was so worried about

your and Rosita's

for five years. I've done more than

expression darkened

you are, you can't say things like that. If Irwin

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

Stewart said sternly. "Rosita is Irwin's

respect that." Briony's voice turned icy. "So do me a favor-tell Irwin his only mother is Rosita.