Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Daddy..."

"Nina!"

Mario hurried over and grabbed his little sister's hand.

"Mario, do you think Daddy's sick?"

Mario didn't look at Stewart Wentworth. Instead, he used his small body to block Nina's view.

“Nina, I've got a brand new toy. It's really cool-come on, I'll show you, okay?"

"A new toy?" Nina's eyes lit up. She immediately forgot her worries, bouncing with excitement. "I want to see! Show me!"

Mario led her inside, their voices fading down the hallway.

Out in the dark, Stewart's coughing finally eased.

The handkerchief in his hand was stained with bright red.

He tossed it into the trash, turned, and walked quickly back into the house. He headed straight for the bedroom, then into the bathroom.

He twisted on the faucet and rinsed out his mouth.

The water swirling in the sink went from a vivid red to faint pink. Gradually, the metallic taste faded from his tongue, and his ragged breathing slowed.

When the water shut off, Stewart looked up at his reflection in the mirror.

His face was ghostly pale, faint shadows ringing his eyes. He'd lost weight lately, making his features look even sharper, almost severe.

buzzed in

Lorna Riley.

irreverent voice

a bloodhound. Honestly, Stewart, don't be

lightly.

look at you, worrying about me!" Lorna laughed, careless as ever. "Don't sweat it, just wait for my good news. Meanwhile, you enjoy your stay-at-home-dad routine. Oh, and one more thing I heard from my guy this afternoon. He said your ex-wife saw a therapist

Stewart froze.

yet. Want me

his eyes

I'll let them know. Gotta run-wish me

She hung up.

bruise marred the back of his hand, the skin

into sharp relief-thin lips

looped in

pushed Briony Kensington

Goddamn it.

really was a

gave way entirely; he slid

Delaney and the others hadn't been wrong. If he'd never crossed

a

himself sink to

eyes with a

while his

painfully. He swallowed hard,

the bitterness rising

throat.