Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony got off work early today-she was home before five.

The moment she saw the black Mercedes in the driveway, she paused, immediately guessing Stewart had arrived.

Stepping inside, she found Stewart crouched on the floor with his back to the door, both kids clinging to him.

The late summer sun streamed through the open doorway, casting a warm, golden glow over the three of them—a quiet, tender scene.

Stewart's white shirt stretched over his straight back; maybe he was thinner than before, the outline of his shoulder blades faintly visible beneath the fabric.

Briony stopped in her tracks, choosing not to interrupt.

It was Little Nina who spotted her first. She wriggled free from Stewart's embrace and came running. "Mommy!"

Briony knelt down to greet her daughter, pressing a gentle kiss to her soft, round cheek.

Stewart let go of their son, standing up to face her. "You've had a lot on your plate these last few days."

Briony released Nina and rose to meet his gaze. "Looking after them is what any mother would do."

Stewart swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing. At this point, he didn't dare hope for any lingering affection from Briony. That she could speak to him calmly, without resentment, felt like a gift in itself.

A few paces separated them as they stood there, eyes locked, both so composed.

truth about his failing health-nor that this fragile peace, which moved him so deeply, was

over old wounds with a

four of them together. The scene was so quietly serene that she suddenly felt it

tugged at Briony's pinky. "Mommy, can I stay at Daddy's house

meeting her daughter's shining eyes, so full of hope. She smiled. "I don't mind, but you should check if Daddy's free." "Daddy

her daughter's nose. "How many nights do you

little fingers. "I promise I'll be back after three days!"

visibly surprised by how readily

lingered on

look, her voice even. "I've paused all

they'll be home and need

all day and

Are you sure you

manage?"

smile. "I'm between jobs.

that, Briony didn't say anything more. "I'll go upstairs and pack

"Okay," Stewart replied.

Stella followed Briony upstairs.

stood by the bed holding her son,