Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Because he wasn't born from Mommy. He has his own mom."

Stewart's face darkened. "Briony, there's no need to say things like that to a child."

"Oh, really?" Briony shot him a cold smile. "You want Little Nina to be close to Irwin, but have you even considered whether Irwin can accept this little sister who's suddenly appeared in his life?"

His expression grew stormy. "So you're teaching Little Nina to be wary of Irwin?"

"I'm simply telling my daughter the truth. She may be small, but she's not stupid. She'll work out for herself how to deal with Irwin."

Stewart looked at Briony, disappointment flickering in his eyes.

"You've changed, Briony."

Briony's laughter was short and sharp. "No, Stewart. You just never really knew me. You never really understood Irwin, either. Don't look at me like that, as though I'm the villain here. Maybe you should ask yourself-do you really love Irwin as much as you say? If you did, why are you always trying to hand off the responsibility of looking after him to someone else?"

Stewart's gaze turned cold, his dark eyes locked on her.

Briony ignored him, turning to stare out the window, her face unreadable.

Seeing this, Stewart clenched his jaw and said nothing more, turning away with a stony face.

The car fell into heavy silence.

Little Nina reached her arms toward James. "Godfather, cuddle!"

James immediately scooped her into his lap, ruffling her hair. "Missing your godfather already?"

his chest, her voice small and a little

sense her mood and let out a quiet

like him. He always makes Mommy upset. Why is he

mess between Stewart and Briony to a child. He settled for, "Let the grown-ups sort out their own problems.

rubbed her eyes, drowsy. "I'm

his arms so she'd be more comfortable. "Then nap here, sweetheart. I'll

her eyes, and soon

minivan pulled into their

minutes later, they drove through the gates of Sunset

rolled to a stop in

by one, everyone

of the car, Irwin came racing out of the house, unable

"Dad! Mom!"

the well-mannered prep schooler. His features had lost their babyish roundness, and there was a distinct trace of Rosita's

ran toward her, Briony's gaze

stood beside her and waved

stopped in

put a hand on his shoulder. "Irwin, from

instant. He stared at Briony, as

didn't

drooped.

been fo