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.

at

portrait and carefully putting it back

the others again, her voice was calm and unwavering. "The dead deserve respect. You've come, put on

everything arranged for the funeral?" Stewart asked, trying to keep his tone neutral. "If you need

and pointed toward

Stewart's expression clouded over.

nothing more. He simply stared at

She glanced at Briony and said gently, "Ms. Kensington, we'll take our leave now. My

that, she gave Briony a

disgust. She turned away, unable to

by Stewart, but he kept

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

something had changed in his mother. He wondered

mom who once put him at the center of her