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.

him with a desperate intensity. "Is it true? Is she really Irwin's biological

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

Rosita is Irwin's

trace of deceit on his face.

listens to you. Take him home and talk to him, help him

Rosita out

the Wentworth estate,

lips pale as she

hand wrapping around hers. “Your

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

Let's get you home." She stood and turned to Fiona. "You

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

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

Briony tried to explain Rosita's identity

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

his sleeping form into the bed in the nursery

the covers over him, then headed downstairs-just as Stewart

air between

asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

brushing past her and

retreating back, her

nights spent together-surely she deserved an

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

doorway. "Where are you taking

Irwin right now," Stewart replied

frozen, listening to the sound

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

glanced around the

but