Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Irwin's wailing instantly drew every pair of eyes in the room.

Briony's irritation was palpable. "Stewart, are you doing this on purpose?"

"I told you, Irwin's been acting out these last few days." Stewart's expression was calm, showing no sign of guilt or evasion.

"I'm not going to keep giving in to him." Briony's voice was icy. "I don't owe him anything."

Stewart frowned. "If he throws a tantrum, I can't calm him down either."

"Then have Carl take him to the car to wait."

Stewart turned to Carl.

Carl immediately stepped forward, arms outstretched. "Come on, buddy. Let's go wait in the car, okay?"

"I don't want to!"

Irwin slapped Carl's hands away and started crying even harder, his sobs echoing through the hall.

The commotion was so loud that even the staff came over to intervene.

"You already have a child together," one staff member said, trying to mediate. "Maybe talk things through? Look at how scared he is. As parents, you can't be so selfish-divorce always hurts the child most."

But Briony refused to budge.

Irwin kept crying, his voice hoarse as he pleaded, "Please don't get divorced, Mom and Dad!"

The staff looked at Irwin, their gazes heavy with reproach as they turned to Briony. "You're his mother. How can you stand to see your child in this state?"

Briony's patience snapped.

She looked straight at the staffer, her face cold. "I'm his stepmother. His real mother and father are getting back together. Isn't it reasonable for me to step aside and let them be?"

staff member fell silent,

curling into a faint, sarcastic smile. "Still want to keep lecturing

in the air. The staffer forced a smile, then quietly retreated. At

go. Sign the papers, stamp a seal, and we're

toward the counter, not looking back. Stewart watched her walk away, his

began to cough

I don't

tracks. By the time she turned around, Stewart had already scooped Irwin into his arms and was rushing

having an

time Briony reached the entrance, she saw Stewart's car peel away from the curb,

Briony just stared at the number

this too many times. Now, she couldn't even muster anger. It all

the slip in the trash, steeled her face, and strode out of city

drizzled steadily as Briony drove back to her studio, thoughts of

was certain-Stewart had no

his reasons, it was a

the divorce before her pregnancy started to show. Only then could she be free, able to leave this place without

she possibly force Stewart

she dwelled on it, the more powerless she

get out right away. Instead, she slumped over the steering wheel and let out a long,

from inside her

It was Carney Winslow.

right

recovery coming

to restore the

can wait." Carney paused. "I'm calling with

"I'm listening."

asked me to recommend a young restorer, and I'd like

one spot? Mr. Delaney is even younger than I am, and he's just as

keep his mouth shut. This is a national broadcast. I think your temperament and skill