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

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

is Irwin's

of deceit on his face. For

you. Take him home and talk to him,

he carried Rosita

away from the Wentworth estate, leaving Briony

eyes stinging, her lips pale as she tried to will back

hand wrapping around hers. “Your

her hand gently over his

fine. Let's get you home." She stood

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

soon, Briony wouldn't be able to use Irwin as an excuse to stay in the Wentworth family much longer.

Briony tried to

only comfort

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

then headed downstairs-just as Stewart was coming

The air between them

asked,

"He's asleep upstairs."

brushing past her and heading straight

his retreating back, her hands

countless nights spent together-surely she deserved an

the nursery and walked in. He picked

in the doorway. "Where are you

needs Irwin right now,"

the sound of the car fading into

and went as he pleased, never once giving her

glanced around

bitter sound, but soon the tears came, streaming down her