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.

but didn't answer the question. Instead, he asked, "Did

alright. Isn't that just how it goes for

at him, his eyes clouded with

his voice at Irwin for the first time. The next

brought Irwin a small

had come to him first, apologized, and promised that he wouldn't see

made

had found the courage to

painfully aware of Irwin's lack of

Briony had left.

Vel

mother. Deep down, Irwin still longed

completeness... could it ever

eyes, wrestling with

moment, he thought he could almost hear that familiar

here's the ultrasound. That little shape is mine and

a girl, I'll buy her all

If it's a

to be strong

he can do something

no way back for me... Please, take care

His lips pressed into a tight

watching him, worry etched on

turned to look at

with himself

before speaking. "If