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

her muffled sobs,

had no idea what she was

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

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

cry, just cry. I'll stay

out, utterly exhausted. James scooped her up and

time they returned, it was already noon. James ordered some takeout. While Briony was eating, James pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos. "What are you taking pictures

wants an update," James replied, opening

replied almost instantly: [How is

when Briony spoke, "Tell

seem worried about pride when you were bawling by the river like a

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

ate something. James didn't push

Briony retreated to

she was asleep, James grabbed his car keys and