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.

awkwardly. "People are going

Amidst her muffled

no idea what she was

repeating "I'm

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

to cry, just cry. I'll

exhausted. James scooped

some takeout. While Briony was eating, James pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos. "What

Joyner wants an update," James replied, opening his messages and sending

almost instantly: [How is

to type a response when Briony spoke, "Tell her I'm

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

at

right. Whatever you say." He typed out "She's doing fine" and even showed it to Briony before sending. Briony glanced at

ate something. James

lunch, Briony retreated to the

James grabbed