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.

"People are going to think I was mean to you

muffled sobs, he could just make out her

had no idea what she

repeating "I'm sorry" over and

through his hair, helpless and anxious, then finally sighed and reached out to gently pat

need to apologize. If you need to cry, just cry. I'll stay here

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

eating, James pulled out

Joyner wants an update," James replied, opening

replied almost instantly: [How

to type a response when

"Now you're embarrassed? You didn't seem worried about pride when you

frowned at

a beat, then gave in. "All right, all right. Whatever you say." He typed out "She's doing fine" and even showed it to Briony before sending. Briony glanced at the message, then

at least she ate something. James didn't push her

to the break

grabbed his car keys