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.

and she stared at him with a desperate intensity. "Is it

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

Rosita is Irwin's

face. For Briony, the icy ache in her chest

Take him home and talk to him, help

Rosita out to

Maybach pulled away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony standing

eyes stinging, her lips pale as she tried

softly, his little hand wrapping around hers. “Your

brushing her hand gently over his small face and forcing

home." She

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

that 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

a few words, he broke down in tears again. Briony could only comfort him, feeling helpless and heartbroken. Exhausted

bed in the nursery just as the sound of

him, then headed downstairs-just as Stewart was

eyes met. The air

asked, his tone

"He's asleep upstairs."

her and heading

hesitated, watching his retreating back, her hands

marriage, countless nights spent together-surely she deserved an

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

stood in the doorway.

unwell. She needs Irwin right now," Stewart

to the sound of the

pleased, never once giving her

glanced around the empty

bitter sound, but