Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Little Mario nestled quietly in Briony's arms.

He understood, really.

Carol had told him long ago-his father was Stewart, and his mother was Briony.

Though little Mario was small and hardly spoke, he understood more of the adults' conversations than anyone realized.

After the paternity results came back, Stewart had reached out to Carol in private, asking her to help prepare little Mario for the truth.

Carol wanted what was best for the boy. Long before tonight, she'd been guiding and comforting him, gently helping him accept the changes ahead.

Stewart glanced at Carol and gave her a nod of gratitude. "Thank you."

Carol sniffled, watching Briony finally reunited with her son. Relief washed over her, the weight she'd carried for so long finally lifted.

"Mr. Wentworth, you don't need to thank me. I only did it out of love for little Mario. This wasn't for you-it was for him, from the bottom of my heart."

Garry, listening from across the room, let out a cold laugh. "Well done, Stewart. Seems there's nobody you can't win over-not even my own people."

Stewart's dark eyes cut to Garry, cool and unflinching. "Garry, people's hearts can't be bought. That's the hardest truth of all."

He'd persuaded Carol not by force or money, but because she was a kind soul who truly cared for little Mario.

expression darkened, a scowl settling over his

into her son's

he looked back

curled his lips into a cold smile. "Fine. Have it

at him

his eyes. "Do I need

"Understood," she replied crisply.

walked over to Briony and said gently, "Ms. Kensington, you're

voice low and soothing. "Bryn, let's

wiped the tears from her cheeks

son, refusing to let anyone else carry

Garry. Stewart knew he owed her and insisted

go; he certainly wasn't going

exhaled in relief and hurried to join Briony and

passed Stewart, little Mario called out softly, "Dad."

ruffled his son's hair with

for your mom, alright? I'll come

few days."

Briony's brow furrowed.