Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart walked over and gently ruffled Irwin's hair. "So, which one do you want to pick for your mom?"

"I want to pick two!" Irwin announced brightly. "One for Mom Bryn, one for Mom Rosita so it's fair!"

Stewart's voice was warm and mellow. "Alright, that's fine."

Standing nearby, James overheard their conversation and couldn't help but be puzzled.

Mom Bryn? Mom Rosita?

How many moms does this kid have, anyway?

Stewart signaled to the staff and bought the two ragdoll kittens Irwin had chosen. James, having finished his own paperwork, didn't pay any more attention to the father and son. He grabbed the pet carrier-with a golden retriever puppy inside —and pushed open the glass door of the pet shop, stepping out into the street. Stewart glanced back, his gaze briefly falling on the carrier in James's hand. His dark brows furrowed ever so slightly.

By the time James returned to the studio, Briony was already up.

She was sitting on the sofa, staring absentmindedly at her medical report. Hearing the knock at the door, she snapped back to reality and quickly tucked her prenatal checkup results beneath a throw pillow.

"Come in," she called.

James opened the door and stepped inside.

something I wanted to discuss with you," he

at

gestured toward the hallway. "Can you come out here

him

but as Briony approached, it seemed to sense her presence. Instantly, it sprang to

crossed Briony's face. She

for. He asked if I could help out and take one," James explained smoothly. "But I'm allergic to dog hair, so

your other friends

James shrugged. "No

together,

As she met its gaze, it barked twice in excitement, its tail

walked over, knelt down in front of the crate,

puppy sniffed her fingers with its wet nose, then licked her

broke across Briony's face,

liked this little

Seeing her obvious interest, he added, “I just brought him by to see if you might want to help out. You've got a big studio here—maybe you could foster him