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 at

minutes later, the sleek black Maybach pulled into the driveway

the car, Rosita hurried out

"Irwin!"

just stepped out when he heard her call.

remember the last time Rosita had lost

clutching the back of his suit jacket with both

hesitation, Stewart scooped Irwin up into his

momentarily taken

obviously hiding from her, her eyes filled

Stewart, burying his face in his father's shoulder,

deepened the bitterness in Rosita's

Rosita's cheeks, her slender frame trembling, as

when you had your episode, it frightened him. Now he's wary

Rosita froze.

dinner, just because Irwin had complimented Briony? Had a single outburst made her

her head, sobbing quietly, but a flicker