Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 59

"I hate you!"

Irwin hurled the rest of his bedtime stories to the floor and stomped on them, his voice trembling with fury. "You're a liar! You don't want me, well, I don't want you either! I don't want any of this!"

"Irwin!"

Stewart grabbed Irwin's arm, his handsome face darkening with anger. "Say one more word like that and you'll be sorry!"

Irwin struggled with all his might, but he was no match for his father's strength.

Blinded by rage, Irwin couldn't see the storm brewing in his father's eyes. All he wanted was to let out every ounce of hurt and frustration bottled up inside him—

"I just hate her!" Irwin jutted out his chin, his tear-stained eyes glaring stubbornly at Stewart. "You said it yourself-she's not really my mom, right? So if she isn't my mom, why should I have to like her? I hate her! I hate that she lied to me!"

Stewart froze.

That one sentence-"You said she's not really my mom!"-hit him like a slap in the face.

He let go of Irwin and turned to look at Briony.

the spot, silent

usually bright, clear eyes were now clouded, as if a heavy mist had settled over them,

in control, felt a wave of

[Why is Mommy crying?]

flushed and defiant, she suddenly

remembered the time he'd clumsily, yet so

for the first time, just how

the whole way

to read to him, her mind had drifted, lost

lap, chubby arms wrapped around her neck, his soft cheek pressing against hers. “Don't be

nose sting. She'd burst into tears again, unable

done his best to wipe away her tears with his chubby little hands, mumbling over and over, "Don't cry, Mommy.

repeated the comforting things she usually said to him. The more anxious he got,

been completely broken. She'd clung

She'd

power, no connections. All she could do was watch

it hurt, little Irwin started crying too, blowing on

Mommy hurts,

And yet, because Irwin was there, his pure, childlike love had soothed the part of her that hurt