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 Brightspring Abbey had chosen for

her mother's portrait and carefully putting

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

to keep his tone neutral. "If you

eyes. She lifted her arm and pointed toward the door. "Take your partner and your child,

Stewart's expression clouded over.

at Briony for a moment,

grabbed Irwin's other hand. She glanced at Briony and said

gave Briony a polite

nothing but disgust. She turned away, unable to

by Stewart, but he kept glancing back

her back to him, making no move to look his

felt something had changed in his mother. He

at the center of her world now refuse to spare him