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?"

member fell silent,

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

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

at Stewart. "Let's go. Sign the papers, stamp a seal,

looking back. Stewart watched her walk away, his eyes narrowing

began to cough

don't feel

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

was having

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

Briony just stared at the

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

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

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

now, she was certain-Stewart had no

it was a disaster for

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

could she possibly force Stewart

more powerless she felt, as if

garage, she didn't get out right away. Instead, she slumped

from inside her

It was Carney Winslow.

answered right away.

your recovery coming

to restore the

Carney paused. "I'm calling

"I'm listening."

asked me to recommend a young restorer, and

was surprised. "Just one spot? Mr. Delaney is even younger than I

shut.