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

turned away, retrieving her mother's portrait and

"The dead deserve respect.

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

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

Stewart's expression clouded over.

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

hand. She glanced at Briony and said

that, she gave

turned away, unable to stand the

by Stewart, but

had her back to him, making

something had changed in his mother. He

the mom who once put him at the center of her world now refuse