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.

red-rimmed, and she stared at him with a desperate intensity.

steady and cold, but

is Irwin's

of deceit on his face.

"Irwin listens to you. Take him

Rosita out to

pulled away from the Wentworth

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

hand wrapping around hers.

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

She stood and

her, frustration simmering in her eyes. Still, with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice but to let

to use Irwin

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

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

tucked his sleeping form into the bed in the nursery just as the sound of

him, then headed downstairs-just as

met. The air between

Stewart asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

past her and heading

hesitated, watching his retreating back, her hands clenched at

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved

the second floor, Stewart pushed open the door to the nursery and walked in. He picked up the sleeping Irwin,

in the doorway. "Where are

She needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied curtly, and

the sound of the car fading into the

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

glanced around the

hollow, bitter sound, but soon the