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

arched a brow, lips curling into a faint,

The staffer forced a smile, then quietly retreated. At that

glanced at Stewart. "Let's go. Sign the papers, stamp a seal, and we're

looking back.

began to

don't

stopped in her tracks. By the time she turned around, Stewart had already scooped Irwin into his

having an asthma

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

just stared at the

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

tossed the slip in the trash, steeled her face, and strode

to her studio, thoughts of the failed divorce

had

it was

started to show. Only then could she be free, able to leave this

how could she possibly force

she felt, as if her fate was out

building's underground garage, she didn't get out right away. Instead, she slumped over the

from

It was Carney Winslow.

answered right away.

recovery

able to restore the artifacts in the next

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

"I'm listening."

restoration. They asked me to recommend a

is even

you know how he is, can't keep his mouth shut. This is a national broadcast. I think your