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 his shoulder with every

reached his room on the second floor, he grabbed his smartwatch and

the tabletop. "I 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 here,

burning in her eyes, the way she bristled at even the smallest hint of concern.

He's reached out to Stella. For tonight, please just stay.

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

tonight because he was so worried about you. Are you

your and

voice rose sharply, her chest heaving. "I've raised your child for five years. I've done more than

darkened with every

matter how upset you are, you can't say things like that. If Irwin heard

made him choose between me and Rosita? Who do you think

is Irwin's biological

his only mother is Rosita. From