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.

stared at him with a desperate intensity. "Is it true? Is she really

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

is

on his face.

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

carried Rosita

from the Wentworth

eyes stinging, her lips pale as

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

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

She stood and turned to Fiona.

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

use Irwin as an excuse to stay in

drive home, Briony tried

broke down in tears again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted from

the nursery

headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming

met. The air between them felt

Irwin?" Stewart asked, his

"He's asleep upstairs."

nodded, brushing past her and heading

his retreating back, her

countless nights spent together-surely she deserved an

pushed open the door to the nursery and walked in.

the doorway. "Where

unwell. She needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied curtly,

sound of the car

never once giving her the chance

around the empty

first a hollow, bitter sound, but