Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

That tiny tiara had been custom-made for her by Stewart himself. Though small, every single gemstone was real—an exquisite little crown worth six figures.

The little princess perched on her father's lap, pointing at her juice cup with a chubby finger. "Daddy, I want some juice~!"

Stewart brought the glass to her lips and reminded her gently, "Just a sip, sweetheart. Mom says you need to eat your dinner first. After you finish, you can have a whole glass."

"I knowww~!"

Little Nina dutifully took a tiny sip, then turned her bright eyes on him again. "Daddy, I want some of that meat."

Stewart obliged without hesitation, serving his daughter with practiced ease.

The others watched as Nina laid on the charm, one round after another, but none of them called her out. Nearly five years old and a champion eater, she usually plowed through her meals solo in her booster seat. When did she ever need this kind of pampering?

And that babyish voice-so sweet it could melt the iciest heart-made James, the ultimate girl dad, sigh with helpless longing.

"Stewart, have you never suspected she's just putting on an act?" James eyed Stewart, sounding as sour as if he'd just bitten into a lemon.

"I know," Stewart replied, ruffling Nina's hair. "But as long as she's happy, that's all that matters."

could only roll his

the wine in her glass and glanced over at James. "Stepdads just can't compete with

look. "No one asked for

"Mr. Delaney, if you want a daughter so badly, why not have one of your own? If you're struggling to find someone to have a baby with, you could always consider me. I'm

no reasoning with a woman like

his plate and relocated to an

and in the next second, she

put down his knife and fork and made

off to?" Lorna set her

nearby, blinked

...

the breeze had

catch cold, Stella suggested they head inside. The kids were being well looked after, so

settled into the media room, picking

"Because She's Mom," a short film that was still considered a phenomenon

both Stella and Mary were in

a monster..." Stella sniffled, grabbing a handful of tissues. "Bryn, if it hadn't been for you,