Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 6

Stewart cut a striking figure in a tailored black suit, his presence commanding and coldly dignified.

His gaze flicked dispassionately over Briony's pale face before settling on Irwin, who was sobbing uncontrollably nearby.

"Irwin, come here." Stewart beckoned to him.

At his words, the maids exchanged nervous glances and quickly let go of Irwin's arms.

Irwin wasted no time; he ran straight to Stewart.

"Dad! Dad, you're finally here!" he cried, his small body shaking with relief and tears.

Stewart knelt down, gently ruffling Irwin's hair. His voice was calm and steady, reassuring. "Tell me, son. What happened?"

Before Irwin could answer, Rosita stepped forward.

She wiped her cheeks, her voice soft but edged with self-blame.

"It's my fault. I didn't think things through-I showed up out of the blue. Irwin couldn't handle it, finding out I'm his mother. It was too much for him all at once."

"You're not my mom!" Irwin shouted, pushing Rosita away with surprising force. "You're a bad woman! You're not my mom!"

Rosita gasped as her heel twisted beneath her, and for a moment it seemed she was about to fall.

In the nick of time, Stewart stepped in, catching her and pulling her safely into his arms.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concern flickering in his usually stoic eyes.

Rosita winced, unable to put weight on her foot. "I think I twisted my ankle, but I'll be fine. Irwin's feelings are what matter."

Stewart's brow furrowed. Without another word, he scooped Rosita up in his arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital."

As he turned, his eyes met Briony's.

eyes were red-rimmed, and she stared at him with a desperate intensity. "Is it true? Is she

met her gaze head-on, his deep eyes steady and cold, but without

Rosita is

deceit on his face. For Briony, the icy

voice was clipped, businesslike. "Irwin listens to you. Take him home and talk to him, help him

Rosita out to

Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving

as she tried to will back the tears with deep,

his little hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are so

down, brushing her hand gently over his small face and forcing

She stood and turned

in her eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions, she had no

Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth family much longer. The thought brought Fiona a twisted

tried to explain

again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted from crying, Irwin fell asleep before they even

the bed in the nursery just as the sound

over him, then headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming

The air between them

asked, his tone

"He's asleep upstairs."

and heading straight

watching his retreating back, her hands clenched

nights spent

the door to the nursery and walked in. He picked up the sleeping Irwin, cradling him

doorway.

right now," Stewart replied curtly,

frozen, listening to the sound of the car fading into the

he pleased, never once giving her the chance to question, to ask

around the

a hollow, bitter sound, but soon the tears came, streaming