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.

are going to think I was mean to you or

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

idea what

"I'm sorry" over

his hair, helpless

to cry, just cry. I'll stay here

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

was already noon. James ordered some takeout. While Briony was eating, James pulled out his phone and snapped a

replied, opening his messages

almost instantly: [How

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

about pride when you were bawling by the river like

frowned at

He typed out "She's doing fine" and even showed it to Briony before sending. Briony glanced at the message, then went

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

to

asleep, James grabbed his car