Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 10

Briony didn't look up. Instead, she picked up the paperwork and fixed her gaze on Rosita. "Tell Stewart my lawyer will be in touch about the rest of the divorce," she said coolly.

With that, she turned to leave.

Rosita stood up, her voice gentle and edged with a hint of pleading. "Ms. Kensington, is Irwin with you?"

Briony paused mid-step, glancing back at her.

Rosita's eyes were soft, almost desperate. "I haven't seen Irwin in days. Would it be alright if I went upstairs to see him?"

Briony hesitated. She really didn't want Rosita setting foot in her studio. But Irwin was Rosita's child. Once the divorce was finalized, Briony wouldn't even be his legal guardian anymore.

The thought twisted inside her, and she opened her mouth to reply-only to be interrupted by a tiny, eager voice.

"Mom!"

Briony turned, just in time to see Irwin bounding toward her.

He flung himself into her arms. Out of habit, Briony caught him, ruffling his hair gently. "What are you doing down here on your own?"

"Hannah rode the elevator with me," Irwin explained, snuggling closer. "She only left when she saw me walk into the café."

into her shoulder. "Mom, why were

fond. This little boy always knew

slender frame wavered, her lovely face draining of

"Irwin..." Rosita's voice trembled.

up, startled, and met Rosita's wounded gaze.

the tension too. She was just about to let Irwin

"Rosita."

over. He was tall, dressed in a long black overcoat, his expression cold

a word, he stepped to Rosita's side, slipped off his coat, and draped it carefully

arms, as if nothing in the world could

sharp, aching pain spreading through her

Stewart murmured softly to Rosita, "There are

went pale with panic. She clung to Stewart's shirt, hiding her famous, beautiful

protective arm around her,

Briony, he only said, "Take Irwin home. I'll pick him

an order, not a

the café's window as Stewart shielded Rosita all the way

the perfect

visible beneath that black coat as the car door