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 Abbey had chosen for her mother's

portrait and carefully putting it

voice was calm and unwavering. "The

Stewart asked, trying to keep his tone neutral. "If you

eyes. She lifted her arm and pointed toward the door.

Stewart's expression clouded over.

nothing more. He simply stared at Briony for

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

that, she gave

away, unable to stand the sight

but he kept glancing back every few

her back to him, making

He wondered if she even cared about him

understand it-how could the mom who once put him at the center