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.

with a desperate

her gaze head-on, his deep eyes steady and cold, but

Rosita is

was not a trace of deceit on his face. For Briony,

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

that, he carried Rosita out

black Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate,

her lips pale as she tried to will back the

said softly, his little hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are so red. Did you

hand gently over his small face

sweetheart. I'm fine. Let's get you home." She stood and turned to Fiona.

simmering in her eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions, she

Rosita had returned and Stewart was sure to divorce Briony soon, 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 sense of

drive home, Briony tried to explain Rosita's identity to

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

bed in the nursery

downstairs-just as Stewart was coming through the

The air between them felt heavy,

asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

and heading straight for

retreating back, her hands clenched at her

marriage, countless nights spent together-surely

to the nursery and walked in. He picked up

doorway. "Where are you

needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied curtly, and

listening to the sound of the car

never once giving her the chance

glanced around the empty

but soon the tears came,