Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony looked at Stewart, his words stinging so sharply that her eyes filled with tears even as she forced a bitter smile.

"Stewart, your son has a mother. Her name is Rosita-not me, not Briony! And if you think I'm emotionally unstable and unfit to be a mother, fine! I'll admit it. I, Briony, am not worthy of being Irwin's mom. So now, please take your son and get out of my house!"

She got it all out in one breath, but the rush left her dizzy and lightheaded. Her slender frame swayed unsteadily.

James hurried to catch her before she could fall, leaning in to murmur softly in her ear, "Are you alright?"

Briony took a deep breath, her blurred vision slowly clearing. She shook her head, managing a faint, "I'm okay."

Stewart watched their exchange, his jaw clenched and eyes icy.

Meanwhile, Irwin simply stared at Briony, lips parted, too stunned to even cry.

What had Mom just said?

Did she really...not want him anymore?

to Stewart's neck, voice trembling. "Dad, Mom didn't mean it, right? She's my mom-she wouldn't really

words came out between choked sobs, all

softened; he ruffled Irwin's hair. "Your mom's just upset right now.

never yelled at me. I think... She only stopped loving me because she has a new

spoke, Irwin shot

James: "...?"

a kid this young

burst out laughing, half exasperated, half

one to let anyone get the better of him-even a kid-James raised an eyebrow at Irwin.

cracking with outrage, "Liar! You're awful! She doesn't love you! My mom loves me and my dad the

replied with a

that Briony couldn't possibly love James, begging her

seen Irwin throw a tantrum like this before. But she was done trying to play the part of a caring stepmother, done trying

argue in front of Irwin, but you need to remember-once