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.

the time the abbot at Brightspring

mother's portrait and

her voice was calm and unwavering. "The dead deserve respect.

everything arranged for the funeral?" Stewart asked, trying to keep his

meeting his eyes. She lifted her arm and pointed toward the door. "Take your partner and your

Stewart's expression clouded over.

He simply stared at Briony for

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

gave Briony

nothing but disgust. She turned away, unable to

out by Stewart, but he kept glancing

her back to him, making no

had changed in his mother. He

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