Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The little girl was barely two, her hair tied into two tiny pigtails and dressed in a bright red dress. She was round-cheeked, chubby, and absolutely adorable.

"Mama, puppy, puppy~!"

Her young mother gazed at her with a look full of warmth. "Not puppy, sweetheart. That's Max. His name is Max."

"Puppy! Puppy..."

She was just learning to talk, her words coming out wobbly and mispronounced, the soft baby voice so sweet it could melt anyone's heart.

James watched her and, despite his usual stoic demeanor, felt his heart soften just a little. “Honestly, if you ask me, having a daughter is way better. Boys are no fun at all!"

Briony didn't answer.

James, puzzled, looked down-and froze.

Briony was crying.

He immediately panicked. "Hey, why are you crying? Did I say something wrong?"

Briony shook her head, quickly wiping at the tears on her cheeks.

But the tears just kept coming.

James fumbled awkwardly. "People are going to think I

face, slowly sinking into a crouch. Amidst her muffled sobs, he could just make

what she was

wept, heartbroken, repeating "I'm

spin. He raked a hand through his hair, helpless and anxious, then finally sighed and reached

right. You don't need to apologize. If you need to cry, just cry. I'll stay here with you. When you're

scooped her

they returned, it was already noon. James ordered some takeout. While Briony was eating, James pulled out his phone and

wants an update," James replied, opening his messages

almost instantly: [How

about to type a response when Briony spoke, "Tell her

glanced at her. "Now you're embarrassed? You didn't seem worried about pride when you were bawling

frowned at

"She's doing fine" and even showed it to Briony before sending. Briony glanced at

she ate

lunch, Briony retreated to the

grabbed his car