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?

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

out between choked sobs, all the defiance gone, leaving only small, wounded

Irwin's hair. "Your mom's just upset right now. We

before, she never yelled at me. I think... She only stopped

he spoke, Irwin shot

James: "...?"

can a kid this young have

burst out laughing, half

him-even a kid-James raised an eyebrow at Irwin. "You know, you're not completely

eyes grew huge. He shrieked, voice cracking with outrage, "Liar! You're awful! She doesn't love you! My

what you think," James replied with a crooked smile. "Doesn't count unless she

Briony couldn't possibly

trying to play the part

Stewart with a cool, steady gaze. "I don't want to argue in front of Irwin, but you need to remember-once he's calmed down, you