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.

fumbled awkwardly. "People are going to think

a crouch. Amidst her muffled sobs, he

had no idea what

wept, heartbroken, repeating "I'm sorry" over and

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

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

James scooped her up and carried her back

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

wants an update," James replied, opening his messages

instantly: [How is

when Briony

worried about pride

frowned at him

gave in. "All right, all right. Whatever you say." He typed out "She's doing fine" and even showed

much, but at least she ate something. James didn't push her to

lunch, Briony retreated to the break room

James grabbed his