Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Once inside, she realized Stewart wasn't downstairs.

"Irwin, go up to your room and start your homework."

"Okay." Irwin trudged up the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, clearly in a foul mood.

Jeannie, on the other hand, was practically buzzing with excitement. She hurried back to her room to touch up her makeup and spritzed herself with perfume before stepping out again.

As she left her room, Stewart emerged from his study at the same moment.

"Mr. Wentworth," Jeannie called, walking over with a bright smile. "Just finished working?"

The moment she approached, a wave of overpowering floral fragrance hit him.

Stewart's eyebrows knit together, and his voice stayed cool. "Where's Irwin?" Jeannie answered sweetly, "He's in his room, working on his homework!" Without another word, Stewart headed straight for Irwin's room.

Jeannie, unwilling to give up so easily, trailed behind.

Stewart paused outside Irwin's door, glancing back at her. "I haven't had dinner yet. Could you go downstairs and make me some pasta? Something light."

"Of course!" Jeannie replied, her heart fluttering as she turned and hurried down the stairs.

Stewart watched her go, his gaze growing distant and troubled.

Then he opened the door and stepped inside.

wasn't doing homework at all. He was

"Irwin?"

the room and gently patted

and scrambled

face, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Did something happen? Is someone giving

gaze darted away.

something's wrong, you have

sleeve, Irwin looked up at Stewart, voice barely above a whisper. "Dad,

said, ruffling Irwin's hair with his big hand. "Why do

head, forcing a smile. "Just wondered, that's all. I'm okay. The homework's just a bit

see." Stewart sat

pointed vaguely at

began explaining

getting distracted, clearly not himself. Stewart

Jeannie came up

to stay with

disappointed, but all she could do was

table sat a beautifully plated bowl of pasta,

it for a moment,

need