Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

He sighed. "As long as you're here with me, Daddy won't be sad."

Little Mario stared at Stewart, deep in thought.

All at once, an idea struck him. He turned to Little Nina and announced, "When Daddy's sad, he cries too-but only at night, after everyone's asleep. He sneaks out tears when he thinks nobody can see-mph!"

Stewart quickly covered his son's mouth, looking both helpless and amused. "Alright, that's enough. It's late. No more talking-lie down, both of you. Daddy will read you a bedtime story."

The kids obediently snuggled under their blankets.

Stewart switched off the overhead light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

He picked up the storybook, his deep voice resonating in the quiet room-

"Once upon a time, there was a little field mouse. She was the fastest digger in her whole family..."

Briony emerged from the shower to find several missed video calls on her phone.

She checked the timestamps-right at nine o'clock.

It was already half-past nine now.

She'd spent a while drying her hair after her shower, so time had gotten away from her.

By now, the children were surely asleep.

then

answered, "Mr. Wentworth took the kids upstairs to bed at nine sharp. You called a little late, I'm

nodded, letting

continued, "Although, Mr. Wentworth didn't seem

frowned slightly. "What

off," Marlene whispered. "Now that the kids are asleep, he's out in the backyard by himself. I checked the security camera-he's crouched by the fish pond, feeding the koi. At the rate he's going, he's going to

koi were a gift from James," she said with a sigh. "Go stop him before he

"Will do!"

up and

pond, Stewart was crouched low, mechanically tossing handful after handful of fish

If I hadn't come out, these poor koi would

over. "Mr. Wentworth, that's enough.

of his daze. He realized a third of the fish food

"Sorry. I didn't realize how much I was giving

took the tin from his hand. "Ms. Kensington adores those koi. If anything happened to them,

of guilt hit Stewart. "I'm sorry. I'll be

there won't be a next time," Marlene said, half teasing, half warning. "Mr. Delaney said these koi were blessed by a priest at a very famous old

faint crease appeared between Stewart's

well

helplessness settled over him; he pressed his lips together, unsure how to