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

slowly sinking into a crouch. Amidst her muffled sobs, he could just

what she was apologizing

"I'm sorry" over

raked a hand through his hair, helpless and anxious, then finally sighed and reached

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

scooped her up and carried her

ordered some takeout. While Briony was eating, James pulled out

an update," James replied, opening his messages

replied almost instantly: [How is

was about to type a response when Briony

about pride when you were bawling by the river like a lost

frowned at

fell quiet for 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

at least she ate something.

to the

was asleep, James grabbed his car