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.

time the abbot at Brightspring Abbey had

turned away, retrieving her mother's portrait

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

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

something," Briony replied, meeting his eyes. She lifted her arm and pointed toward the door. "Take your

Stewart's expression clouded over.

stared at Briony for a moment, then

hand. She glanced at Briony and said

that, she gave Briony a polite

but disgust. She turned away, unable to stand the sight of

Stewart, but he kept glancing back every

making no move

his mother. He wondered if she even

once put him at the center of