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?

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

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

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

Mom was sad before, she never

he spoke, Irwin shot a glare

James: "...?"

this young have so

help but burst out laughing,

kid-James raised an eyebrow at Irwin. "You know, you're not completely wrong, little man. Bryn

shrieked, voice cracking with outrage, "Liar! You're awful!

replied with a crooked smile. "Doesn't count unless she says

Briony couldn't

was done trying to play the part

Irwin, but you need to remember-once he's calmed down, you owe