Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony rested her hand on her belly, a gentle warmth blossoming in her heart.

She didn't hope for her child to be especially gifted-just healthy and safe. That would be enough.

...

Stewart drove himself back to Southcreek Manor. After picking up Irwin, he

headed straight for Lunar Heights Estate.

Inside the car, Irwin sat in the backseat and asked, "Dad, we're just having dinner with Mom Rosita, right?"

"That's right," Stewart replied.

"So I don't have to sleep over there tonight, do I?"

At this, Stewart glanced up, catching Irwin's eyes in the rearview mirror. "That's up to you. If you want to stay the night, you can."

"I don't want to!" Irwin pouted. "Mom Rosita doesn't know how to cook, and she never reads me bedtime stories. Plus, I always have nightmares when I sleep there."

"Alright," Stewart said, "I'll bring you back to Southcreek Manor after dinner." Irwin's face instantly lit up. "Thank you, Dad! You're the best!"

tugged

sleek black Maybach pulled into the

car, Rosita hurried out of

"Irwin!"

out when he heard her call. His small

couldn't help but remember the last time Rosita

and clutching the back of his suit jacket with

Stewart scooped Irwin up into

paused, momentarily taken

her son so obviously hiding from her, her eyes filled with hurt. "Irwin, sweetheart,

face in his father's shoulder,

deepened the bitterness

Rosita's cheeks, her slender frame trembling, as if she might collapse at

time, when you had your episode, it frightened him. Now

Rosita froze.

had complimented Briony? Had a single outburst made her son resent his own

her head, sobbing quietly, but a flicker of defiance and frustration flashed in