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

the car, Rosita hurried out of the

"Irwin!"

stepped out when he heard

last time Rosita

want Dad," Irwin whispered, edging behind Stewart and clutching the back of his suit jacket with both hands.

Irwin up into

paused, momentarily

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

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

only deepened the bitterness

slipped down Rosita's cheeks, her slender frame trembling, as if she

coolly, "Last time, when you had your episode, it frightened

Rosita froze.

because Irwin had complimented Briony? Had a single outburst made

but a flicker of defiance and