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

Maybach pulled into the

hurried out of

"Irwin!"

had just stepped out when he heard

time Rosita had

edging behind Stewart and clutching the back of his suit jacket with both

hesitation, Stewart scooped Irwin up into

momentarily taken

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

clung to Stewart, burying his face in his father's shoulder, refusing even

sight only deepened the bitterness in

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

spoke coolly, "Last time, when you had your episode, it frightened him. Now he's wary

Rosita froze.

that when she'd lost control at dinner, just because Irwin had complimented Briony? Had a single outburst made her son

flicker of defiance and