Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Irwin!"

Stewart strode over, his expression stern as he fixed his gaze on Irwin. "That's no way to behave. Apologize."

"I didn't say anything wrong!" Irwin protested, defiant. "Mom Rosita's already hurt, and it's not right for my mom to take out her bad mood on her!"

Stewart's face darkened immediately. "Irwin. Apologize. Now."

Irwin's lips pressed into a thin line. He was afraid of Stewart-no matter how much he wanted to argue, he dared not say another word.

But apologize? He wouldn't do it.

Rosita limped over to Irwin's side, gently cupping his cheek in her hand as she soothed him in a soft voice. "Irwin, that wasn't the right thing to say. Come on, apologize to your Mom Bryn."

Irwin stared at the floor, stubbornly silent.

Briony watched the entire exchange with cold detachment.

The moment Irwin spoke up for Rosita, something inside her went numb. She felt nothing but bitter disappointment, so much so that even anger seemed pointless

now.

abbot at Brightspring Abbey had chosen for her

away, retrieving her mother's portrait and carefully putting it back

her voice was calm and unwavering. "The dead deserve

trying to keep his tone neutral. "If

her arm and pointed toward the door. "Take your partner and your child, and get

Stewart's expression clouded over.

said nothing more. He simply stared at Briony for a moment,

Irwin's other hand. She glanced at Briony and said gently, "Ms. Kensington, we'll take our leave now.

that, she gave

but disgust. She turned away, unable

by Stewart, but he

had her back to him, making no move to look his

felt something had changed in his mother. He wondered if she

understand it-how could the mom who once put him at the center of her world now refuse to spare him even