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.

spot, silent and pale

eyes were now clouded, as if a heavy mist had settled over them, snuffing out their light and leaving only broken

always so in control, felt a wave of unease rise in his

[Why is Mommy crying?]

Irwin, who was now flushed and defiant,

clumsily, yet so tenderly, wiped away

bruises on her mother's face and realized, for the first time, just how much her mother was suffering behind

cried the

Irwin and pretending to read to him, her

Irwin had noticed. He'd scrambled onto her lap, chubby arms wrapped around her neck, his soft cheek pressing against hers. “Don't be sad, Mommy. Irwin's here for

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

to wipe away her tears with his chubby little hands, mumbling

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

Briony had been completely broken. She'd clung to

schemed against her in every way they could. She'd endured it all, no

All she could do was watch as her

Irwin started crying too, blowing on her with his tiny lips, trying to

Mommy hurts, Irwin hurts

And yet, because Irwin was there, his pure, childlike love