Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 122

"My dad told me he and Mom aren't divorced! Mom is still Dad's wife! She's still my mom!"

Irwin clung to Briony, glaring at James with fierce defiance. "Mom raised me all by herself, and she loves me! You're just passing through! You won't get to act all high and mighty for long!"

James stared at him, speechless.

Like father, like son, he thought bitterly. The stubbornness, the way they twisted things until everyone hated them-irritating in exactly the same way.

Exasperated, James raked a hand through his hair and turned to Briony. "So what now?"

"I'll take him over," Briony replied, reaching for Irwin's hand.

But just as she turned, Rosita had already slipped on her sunglasses, grabbed her purse, and strode briskly toward the door, moving so quickly it was clear she was desperate not to be stopped.

Briony paused, watching Rosita's retreating figure, and couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in annoyance.

“See?” James snapped, pointing at Rosita's back. "That's the wonderful 'Mom Rosita' you keep bragging about! Yet she can't even bring herself to admit you're her son in public!"

Irwin could only stare, stunned, at Rosita's shrinking silhouette.

van moved off into the night, taking her

etched with confusion

Irwin's hair with a smirk. "Bet

Irwin let out a wail and

some with annoyance, others with open

and Irwin had been left

his mom, the restaurant manager had little choice

sighed, resigned, and

in front of his kid-sized steak, eyes flicking

I can't cut my steak. Can

looked at him calmly. "You're five now. Big

head and

Rosita had just left him and, suddenly, his nose stung and fresh

this time, he didn't throw a tantrum. He just sniffled quietly, his small shoulders shaking as he tried to

helplessness. "Sheesh. Are you a boy or not? All you do is cry for your

pulled Irwin's plate over, quickly cut up the

do my good deed for the day