Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 96

"Briony, you're not thinking clearly right now, so I'm not going to argue with you."

With a sigh that betrayed his helplessness, Stewart set the bowl of hot cereal on the table and beckoned to Irwin. "Irwin, come here, buddy."

Irwin glanced nervously at Briony before shuffling over to Stewart's side.

Clinging to Stewart's hand, Irwin asked in a hesitant whisper, "Dad, is Mom really angry? Did you two have a fight?"

"We didn't have a fight." Stewart ruffled his son's hair, offering a gentle smile. "Why don't you go upstairs and play for a while, okay?"

Irwin didn't want to leave-not really. He could tell something was wrong. The whole room felt heavy, and Briony had barely looked at him. She'd never been this cold before.

A knot of frustration tightened in his chest. He wanted to protest, but Briony seemed so harsh right now, it scared him.

With a pout, he nodded, trying not to let his disappointment show. "Okay. But Dad, please talk to Mom nicely. Don't fight, okay?"

Stewart managed a reassuring smile. "I promise."

anxious glances

he reached his room on the second floor, he grabbed his smartwatch and quickly

you some

his voice made Briony scoff. "Save it. I'm not interested in anything you made. All I want is to get out

way she bristled at even the smallest hint

Clarke. He's reached out to Stella. For tonight, please just stay. Tomorrow morning,

Briony shot back. "Stewart, you have no right to decide

because he was so worried about you. Are

your and

more than enough! Don't

expression darkened with

are, you can't say things like that. If Irwin heard you, it would devastate him. He truly

what if I made him choose between me and Rosita?

is

that." Briony's voice turned icy. "So do me a favor-tell Irwin his only mother

tightened. He fixed her with a hard stare. "You're saying you