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 really Irwin's

met her gaze head-on, his deep eyes steady

Rosita is

of deceit on his face. For

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

he carried Rosita out to

black Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony standing

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

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

her hand gently over his small face and forcing a thin,

She stood

frustration simmering in her eyes. Still, with

be able to use Irwin as an excuse to

home, Briony tried to

tears again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling

his sleeping form into the bed in the nursery just as the sound of a car drifted in from

then headed downstairs-just as

air between them

Stewart asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

brushing past her and

hesitated, watching his retreating back, her

countless nights

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

in the doorway. "Where are you taking

Irwin right now,"

listening to the sound of the car

came and went as he pleased, never once giving her the chance to question, to

glanced around the empty

bitter sound, but