Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James and Crystal exchanged glances—and couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Briony ruffled Little Nina's hair with a sigh. "Little Nina, remember your manners."

Little Nina nodded, then turned confidently to Irwin. "Hi there, big brother! My name's Little Nina!"

Irwin looked at her rosy, cherubic face.

Her features were the spitting image of Briony's, especially those eyes.

A pang of insecurity twisted inside Irwin.

His mother had a child of her own now; she would never treat him the same way again. She didn't even let him call her "Mom" anymore.

Irwin's nose stung with the threat of tears, but he refused to lose face in front of

his new little sister. He forced a smile. "H-hi, I'm Irwin. Nice to meet you."

Just then, James's phone rang.

His ride had arrived.

"Little Nina, I've got to head home. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Godfather!" Little Nina blew James a dramatic kiss.

James mussed her hair fondly, said his goodbyes to Briony, and wheeled his suitcase out the door.

Little

followed close behind,

them, Irwin watched Briony's retreating

Irwin's shoulder. "Don't worry. She's just come back. Give her a little

his head, mumbling,

of women in crisp maid uniforms greeted

"For a second, I thought

Briony glanced around.

much bigger than Southcreek Manor, and the living room even had

of his way to

like the one in her old house

over, beaming at Briony. "Ms. Kensington-oh,

supposed to

welcome home! You

call

winked at her. "Mr. Wentworth gave us strict instructions: from now on, you're the

as ma'am and

winced

in from outside, Irwin trailing

floor," Stewart told her. "Little

next

Little Nina upstairs.

"On it!"

suitcases, ready