Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony glanced at the clock—already half past nine.

The kids really should be getting to bed.

She walked over, eyeing the three empty bottles of whiskey on the dining table. She wasn't worried about them out of kindness; but if something happened while they were drinking in her house, she'd be the one in trouble.

"Gentlemen, it's getting late. Time to head home," Briony said, her voice crisp and

no-nonsense.

At her words, Stewart arched a dark brow, his eyes slightly glazed and tinged red from the alcohol as he looked at Garry. With a faint, teasing smile he said, "Garry, you heard her. Time to go."

"Me?" Garry chuckled. "Stewart, Ms. Kensington isn't just sending me away, you know."

Stewart's lips curled. "We're married-how could she possibly send me away?" Garry let out a dry laugh and turned to Briony. "Ms. Kensington, do you agree with that?"

Briony had no patience for their drunken banter-especially since both men were clearly three sheets to the wind. She called Carl in directly.

When Carl saw Stewart, he was stunned. After working with Stewart for so many years, he'd never seen him drink this much. Stewart's whole face was flushed red, and the bloodshot look in his eyes was almost alarming.

Carl's gaze flicked to the empty bottles on the table. He sucked in a breath—if anyone with a weaker constitution had drunk this much, they'd be on their way to the ER for a stomach pump.

He walked over to Stewart, bent down, and spoke softly, "Mr. Wentworth, it's late. Let me drive you home?"

Stewart didn't move. He sat tall and still, long fingers idly turning an empty glass. He didn't speak, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Carl was at a loss.

him out if you have

hesitated. "...I

let out a low laugh. "Stewart, never thought I'd see

did he

and walked to the living room, where Carol was sitting. "They're both drunk and probably won't be leaving anytime soon. Little Mario's

it be too much

need to put

"Um..."

Mario should stay!" Little Nina chimed in from the

lit up as well. He hurried over

he was thinking. "Little Mario, do you want to say something?" Carol knelt and gently rubbed his head. "Tell

pointed

patiently

he thought it over, then finally, slowly, he said, word by word, "I

she stroked his hair. "You're amazing, little Mario! Then

clapped her

curving with joy, a spark of life shining through that made

as she watched

he could make such progress

at little Mario with genuine love and concern. Garry might

then, Garry and Stewart suddenly stood up from the