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?

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

Rosita is Irwin's

was not a trace of deceit on his face. For Briony, the icy ache in her chest only

voice was clipped, businesslike. "Irwin listens to you. Take him home and talk to him, help

he carried Rosita out

away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony standing in the

lips pale as she tried to will back

hand wrapping around hers. “Your eyes are so

over his small face and forcing a thin, brittle

I'm fine. Let's get you home." She

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

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

home, Briony tried to explain

tears again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted

into the bed in the nursery just as the sound of a car drifted in from

the covers over him, then headed downstairs-just

met. The air between them

Irwin?" Stewart asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

and heading

his retreating back, her hands

of marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she

the nursery and walked in. He picked up the sleeping Irwin, cradling

doorway. "Where are you taking

right now," Stewart replied curtly, and

frozen, listening to the sound of the car

as he pleased, never once giving

glanced around

bitter sound, but soon the