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."

anxious glances over his shoulder with every

the second floor, he grabbed his smartwatch and quickly called

"I made you some porridge. Try

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

the way she bristled at even the smallest

Clarke. He's

you have no right

he was so worried

and

voice rose sharply, her chest heaving. "I've raised your child for five years. I've done more than enough! Don't

expression darkened with

upset you are, you can't say things like that. If Irwin heard you, it would devastate him. He truly sees

bitter. "Then what if I made him

"Rosita is Irwin's biological mother. That

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