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.

with a desperate intensity. "Is it true? Is she

met her gaze head-on, his deep eyes steady and

Rosita is

not a trace of deceit on his face. For Briony,

you. Take him home and

he carried Rosita

the

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

softly, his little hand wrapping around

gently over his small face

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

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

divorce Briony soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth family much longer. The thought brought Fiona a twisted

drive home, Briony tried to explain Rosita's

tears again. Briony could only comfort him,

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

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

met. The air between

Stewart asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

and heading straight

his retreating back, her hands clenched

of marriage, countless nights

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

the doorway. "Where are you

She needs Irwin right now," Stewart replied

frozen, listening to the sound of the car fading into the

he pleased, never once giving

glanced around

but soon the