Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart carried a bowl of warm, nourishing soup upstairs.

Briony was sitting on the bed, video chatting with Little Nina and Little Mario. She'd draped a cardigan over her shoulders on purpose; you couldn't tell from the camera that she was in a hospital.

"When are you coming home, Mommy?" Little Nina asked, her small voice soft and sweet.

With her daughter's gentle face on the screen, Briony couldn't help but relax. Even her voice grew softer, melting around the words. "In a couple of days, honey. Mommy's been out of the country for a long time this time, and there's a mountain of things waiting at the studio. So I'll be pretty busy for the next few days."

Little Nina blinked, her eyes wide. "Is Daddy with you right now?"

Briony glanced instinctively at Stewart.

He came over, set the soup down on the bedside table, and sat beside her. Looking at their young daughter on the phone, his voice warm and calm, he said, "Daddy's here too."

"Whoa!" Little Nina covered her mouth, grinning mischievously. "Daddy and Mommy are together! Are you two hiding from us to have a secret date?"

Briony froze, caught off guard.

Stewart shot her a sidelong look.

He could see the awkwardness flicker in her eyes.

Turning back to the phone, Stewart patiently explained, "Daddy's job abroad ended, and the big company closed down. Now, Mommy's the big boss, and Daddy works for her. That's why Daddy's with Mommy every day."

"Huh?" Little Nina blinked, surprised. "So Mommy pays Daddy a salary?"

smiled faintly. "That's right. Since Mommy's the boss, she has to

hands, excited. "When I grow up, I want to be a big boss too, and hire lots and lots of really handsome guys like Daddy to work for

Stewart: "..."

Briony: ".

way to think! Handsome guys are all trouble. It's dangerous to have so many around you. I don't approve. Your

turned to James, eyes bright. "But godfather, you're handsome too. Does that mean

James: "..."

not just good- looking, you're really

"I am not! I'm Mommy's business

"Godfather, Daddy, Mr. Douglas, Mr. Ellsworth, Mr. Maynard-you're all handsome, and you all work with Mommy! So why is it okay

daughter has a thing for good looks, but she's clever. I don't think we'll ever have to worry about her being

Briony: "..."

clearly no

quickly ended the

of soup. "I just made this. It's

the steaming bowl in front of

soup was clear and thick, just the right consistency, with

like the soup she used

at

a little embarrassed. "I followed

puzzled. "But I never taught

speaking so softly she could barely hear. "The