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.

flatly, "Drag him out if you

"...I really

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

did he show any intention of

and gave up on dealing with them. She turned 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 still sick—he can't be staying up late. Do you want me to have a driver take you home, or would you both

"Wouldn't it

at all. I just need to put

"Um..."

stay!" Little Nina chimed in from the side. "Tomorrow's Saturday—I want to

as well. He hurried over

he was thinking. "Little Mario, do you want to say something?" Carol

Mario pointed to Little

lips, patiently encouraging him.

Mario's mouth opened and closed as he thought it over, then finally, slowly, he said,

shone with excitement as she stroked his hair. "You're amazing, little Mario! Then

Yay!" Little Nina clapped her hands

along, his dark eyes curving with joy, a spark of life shining through that made him look brighter

reddened as she

"I've been with him for so long, and I never thought he could

even warmer. Carol always looked at little Mario with genuine love and concern. Garry might have picked a shaky stepmom for the boy, but

Stewart suddenly stood up