Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

At eight-thirty that evening, Stewart returned to Sunset Ridge Villas.

Irwin had just finished his homework. Hearing the familiar sound of the car in the driveway, he looked up at Jeannie and asked, "I think Dad's home, isn't he?"

"That's right." Jeannie smiled, ruffling his hair. "Let's go down and say hi to your father."

"Okay!"

As Irwin and Jeannie made their way downstairs, Stewart was already settled on the sofa.

"Dad!" Irwin dashed over to him.

Stewart paused in the middle of rubbing his temples, then looked up at Irwin and offered a faint smile. "Done with your homework?"

"Yep!" Irwin frowned with concern. "Dad, is something wrong? Did work tire you out again?"

"I'm fine." Stewart patted the seat next to him. "Come sit with me for a while."

Irwin nodded and took a seat beside his father.

Jeannie walked over, her voice warm with cheer. "Mr. Wentworth, I made some nourishing soup in the kitchen. I'll bring some out for you and Irwin to have before bed."

Stewart pinched the bridge of his nose again and gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

Jeannie turned and headed to the kitchen, humming contentedly to herself.

"Dad, when are Mom Bryn and my little sister coming home?" Irwin asked.

didn't answer the

that just how it goes for kids in

his

for the first time. The

came home, he'd brought Irwin a small gift, planning

first, apologized, and promised that he wouldn't see Rosita

made Stewart feel

courage to apologize

aware of Irwin's lack of security; his

after Briony had

Vel

teacher could never take the place of a mother. Deep down, Irwin still

that kind of completeness... could

eyes, wrestling with the

thought he could

here's the ultrasound. That

a girl, I'll buy her all kinds

dresses. If it's a boy,

to be strong

he can do something great with

know there's no way back for me... Please,

lips pressed into

him, worry etched on

turned to look

with himself

speaking. "If I