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

head-on, his deep eyes steady

is

not a trace of deceit on his face. For

to you. Take him home and talk to him,

that, he carried Rosita

away from the Wentworth estate, leaving

stinging, her lips pale as she tried to will back the tears with deep,

hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are so red. Did you

brushing her hand gently over his small face

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

glared at her, frustration simmering in her eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions,

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

Briony tried

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

bed in the nursery just as the sound of a car drifted in

headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming

air between them felt

asked, his tone

"He's asleep upstairs."

her and heading straight for

retreating back, her hands clenched at her

of marriage, countless nights

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

stood in the doorway.

right now,"

sound

he pleased, never once giving her the

glanced around the empty

but soon the tears came, streaming down