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

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

tapped the tabletop. "I made you some

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

bristled at even the smallest hint of concern. She wasn't about to accept a

"I've already called Cedric Clarke. He's reached out

Briony shot back. "Stewart, you have no right to decide anything for me! I'm

was so worried about you. Are

your and Rosita's

chest heaving. "I've raised your child for five years. I've done more than enough! Don't forget, we're in the

darkened with every

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

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

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

voice turned icy. "So do me a favor-tell Irwin his only mother is Rosita. From now