Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Whatever happens, always respect her."

To love her means to respect her.

That's how James understood love.

Stewart gazed at James, his eyes unwavering. For the first time, he found himself feeling genuine respect and even admiration for James.

From the moment James met Briony, he'd stayed by her side-as a friend, as family, in every way that mattered.

He'd done so well, in fact, that Stewart felt a sting of inadequacy by comparison.

The room was empty except for the distant, joyful squeals of the children playing in the dining room and the gentle voice of a woman guiding them.

Lowering his voice, Stewart asked, "Are you leaving soon?"

James dropped his gaze, a bitter smile flickering across his lips. "Yeah. I'm the only son left in the Delaney family, and I'm at the age where people expect me to settle down. My grandfather's health isn't great, and he wants to see me get married, maybe have kids."

Stewart fell silent at that. As someone with a failed marriage behind him, he didn't feel he had much right to comment on the subject.

"Does Bryn know?"

told her yet." James tried to sound casual. "I'll wait a few days. I'm heading back

Stewart nodded. "Alright."

headed to the kitchen to help with dinner

every task. Stewart, on the other hand, struggled. When it came time to knead

at her father's unmoving finger. “Daddy, why doesn't this

froze for

their

real," Stewart said lightly, not trying to hide the truth but softening

blinked. "Why is your finger fake,

gentle smile. "I got hurt, so they had to make me a new

glanced at his father's hand, then explained to his sister, "Daddy hurt his finger when he was saving me. After that, they couldn't save it, so now

widened, her gaze full of sympathy as she looked at

softly. "Not anymore, sweetheart. You don't have to

saved Mario!" Nina declared, her

smile deepened.

artificial finger. She pressed her

a call-he needed to step

busy lately, more than