Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Irwin, your father and I are divorced," Briony said quietly.

"No we're not!" Irwin's little brow furrowed in protest. "Dad said you two never signed the divorce papers. Without those, you're still married! We're still a family!"

Briony's own brow tightened; she hated how Stewart put these ideas in their son's head. Twisting words, making a mess of everything-like some back-alley bully.

Looking at Irwin's stubborn but innocent face, Briony realized it was pointless to argue further.

Just then, James pulled the SUV to the curb. Briony opened the back door. "Get in," she said.

Irwin scrambled happily into the back seat. For safety's sake, Briony climbed in beside him.

As the doors shut and the Range Rover rolled forward, James glanced back at Briony in the mirror. "So what are we doing with this little guy?" he asked.

Briony was about to reply when her phone buzzed. Stewart's name flashed on the

screen.

She guessed he was calling about Irwin.

Without hesitation, she answered, switched to speakerphone, and handed the phone to Irwin. "It's your dad."

Irwin's face lit up. "Hi, Dad!"

"Irwin, where are you right now?" Stewart's voice came through.

glance at James up front. "Dad, I'm staying

going on between you and Rosita, but please tell her-if she's so worried about Irwin's identity getting out, maybe she should stop

paparazzi were following her, and she

bother responding. She

"Did you hear

He nodded.

but he always listened to his

thought he'd get to

Briony. "Mom, when can I come stay

but firm. “Irwin, you're five. I know you understand what I'm saying. From now on, you, your

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hands, trying to make sense of

Dad for five

to her forehead, suddenly exhausted

All the kids in my class, their moms and dads live together.

switched on some soft

little face

of Southcreek Manor. Your father and I have separated. We won't be living together again. From now on, you and I are