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.

don't cry. Seriously..." James fumbled awkwardly. "People are going to think I was mean to you or

her face, slowly sinking into a crouch. Amidst her muffled sobs, he could just make out her whispering, "I'm sorry,

had no idea what she was apologizing

"I'm

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

to cry, just cry. I'll stay here with you. When you're done, I'll carry you

cried herself out, utterly exhausted. James scooped her up and carried her back to the

noon. James ordered some takeout. While Briony was eating, James pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos. "What are you taking pictures for?" Briony looked up at

wants an update," James replied, opening

almost instantly: [How

type a response when Briony spoke, "Tell

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

frowned at

right. Whatever you say." He typed out "She's doing fine" and even

but at least she ate

Briony retreated to the break room

James grabbed his