Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 55

The taxi rolled to a stop just outside the gates of Southcreek Manor.

Briony stepped out, her hands weighed down by two large shopping bags as she made her way up the stone path to the house.

On the way over, she'd stopped by her studio to pick up the New Year's gifts she'd ordered online weeks ago, figuring this was as good a time as any to finally deliver them.

She pressed the doorbell.

The door swung open almost immediately.

Stewart stood there, lips pressed into a thin line. "The code hasn't changed," he said, voice cool and even.

Briony just nodded, gaze dropping as she stepped inside.

"Is Irwin still locked away in his room?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah," Stewart replied, glancing at the bags in her hands. "You brought him gifts?"

"New Year's presents," she said, her tone flat. Without another word, she started up the stairs.

Stewart lingered in the foyer for a moment, watching her retreat, then followed after.

Upstairs, outside the children's room.

knocked gently. "Irwin, would you open the door? I brought you lots of

stupid presents!" came Irwin's furious shout from

weren't busy with work at

Briony's brow knit together.

out at her like this

about being away on business had hit him harder than

raised her hand to knock again, but footsteps creaked up behind

appeared, holding

darkened when she

the key all along, why didn't you open the

amused. "If you didn't come, unlocking the door wouldn't change anything. What Irwin needs

energy to argue. She snatched the key from his hand and unlocked the

his blanket over his head and curled

anymore! You're a liar! I hate you-” Briony froze in the

mom anymore. The

had known, deep down, that one day he'd say something like this. She just

come so soon.

he was just lashing out

more chance to speak properly," came Stewart's

blinked, turning

bed, his expression steely. "A real man speaks his mind. If you have something to say, say it. Hiding under the covers and throwing a tantrum? That's not how