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.

"People are going

sinking into a crouch. Amidst her muffled sobs,

had no idea what

"I'm sorry" over

He raked a hand through his hair, helpless and anxious, then finally sighed and reached out to gently

just cry. I'll stay here with you. When you're done, I'll

James scooped her up and carried

takeout. While Briony was eating, James pulled out his phone and snapped

wants an update," James replied, opening his

instantly:

a response when Briony spoke, "Tell

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

frowned at him

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

she ate something. James didn't push her to have

lunch, Briony retreated to the break

was asleep, James grabbed his car keys