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.

at him with a desperate intensity. "Is it

eyes steady and

is

was not a trace of deceit on his face. For

you. Take him

he carried Rosita

away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony standing in

as

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

his small

home." She

Still, with Stewart's instructions, she had no choice but to let

Rosita had returned and Stewart was sure to divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay

drive home, Briony tried to explain Rosita's identity

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

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

headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming through the

air between them felt heavy,

Irwin?" Stewart asked, his tone

"He's asleep upstairs."

nodded, brushing past her and heading

watching his retreating back, her hands clenched at her

years of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved

open the door to the nursery and walked in. He picked up the

the doorway. "Where are you taking

unwell. She needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied

listening to the sound of the car fading

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

glanced around the empty

sound, but