Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Irwin is still just a child. Where exactly do you expect me to send him?"

"That's not really my problem," Briony replied, her tone detached and unconcerned.

"Briony, even if you're angry, that's no reason to say something like this."

"My son is dead, Stewart. Rosita killed him. Do you really think I'm just being petty?"

Stewart's gaze darkened as he stared at her.

Briony let out a cold laugh. "Moral lectures won't work on me anymore, Stewart. Besides, you've got money to burn-doesn't Jeannie look after Irwin just fine?"

"She's just his teacher. That's not the same as a mother."

"Then send Irwin back to Rosita. As far as I'm concerned, I had one son-and he's gone. You took him from me, ignored my wishes, and buried him in your family's plot! Stewart, tell me, how am I supposed to forgive that?"

Stewart faltered, stunned.

this is tearing you up inside. If you can't stand to see Irwin suffer, then let me and Little Nina go. You two can play happy family, live in peace

are you

sharp, bitter laugh. "Honestly, Stewart, just look at Jeannie. Irwin needs a mother-she's perfect. Marry Jeannie, and you get a ready-made wife and a live-in

at her,

who'd just taken a sip of tea, sputtered and nearly

handed him

his mouth and leaned closer to Ferdinand, muttering under his breath, "You can tell-Bryn's really reached her

faintly. "She knows exactly what she's

I told you-Jeannie

her

ay, if Irwin stays,

are leaving. It's your

that she wasn't going to back down, Stewart's expression

No one would choose to have Rosita as a mother-you can't blame him