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!"

faint smile tugged at

black Maybach pulled into the driveway at Lunar Heights

Rosita hurried out of the

"Irwin!"

heard her call.

couldn't help but remember the last time Rosita had lost her temper with

the back of his suit jacket with

scooped Irwin

paused, momentarily

so obviously hiding from her, her eyes filled with hurt. "Irwin, sweetheart, it's

in his father's shoulder, refusing

only deepened the

cheeks, her slender frame trembling, as if she might collapse

when you had your episode, it frightened him. Now

Rosita froze.

that when she'd lost control at dinner, just because Irwin had complimented Briony? Had

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