Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Irwin was the kind of child who tugged at your heartstrings.

Briony turned her gaze away. "Finish your dinner, then I'll call your father to come pick you up.

Irwin's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly. "Okay! I'll do whatever you say, Mom!"

Briony's expression hardened. "And one more thing." She looked directly at Irwin, her voice stern. "Stop calling me Mom."

Irwin froze.

"No more 'Mom'..." His face fell, and as he saw how serious Briony looked, his head drooped. He answered in a small, muffled voice, "Okay."

Briony looked away. "Let's go."

James nodded. "You go on ahead. I'll keep an eye on this kid."

Irwin tried to catch up to Briony, but James grabbed his arm. Irwin looked up and glared at him, his eyes rimmed red.

James couldn't help but sigh at the pitiful sight. "Hey, kid, be good and don't cause trouble, or I'll toss you out on the street and let you fend for yourself!"

Irwin nodded, sulking.

James remained cautious.

As they walked, he kept a firm hold on Irwin's hand, never letting him get too close to Briony.

In the car, he made sure Briony sat up front, while Hannah and Irwin took the back seat.

he sat himself right between

wasn't clueless. He knew James was deliberately keeping him

boy-why did James still seem to dislike him

couldn't figure it

his head to

stop gawking," James said, placing a piece of honey-glazed pork in Irwin's bowl. "Eyes on your

at the meat with a gloomy expression.

you don't like it, ask your Mom Rosita to make you something else when you get

told him. He could only glare at James, then lower his head and stuff the

grumpy uncle would help Mom calm down,

was happy again, he wouldn't have to put up with James anymore. James watched Irwin out of the corner

throw a tantrum, just quietly

Irwin would have

he suddenly grown up

James glanced at Briony.

whole time, chatting earnestly with Hannah and

sip of tea, then looked back at

Irwin blinked. "Mr. Delaney, I want some shrimp, but I don't know how to

James: "..."

only five. It's not like he

a pair of disposable gloves and peeled three big

when you're full, your dad can come take

worry—my dad will call me when he's done with work. I have my

James: "..."