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.

climbed in without a backward glance. The van moved

with confusion as he clung to

you've got," James said, ruffling Irwin's hair with a

the dam. Irwin let out a wail and

some with annoyance, others

Irwin had been

anyone but Briony as his mom, the restaurant manager had little

sighed, resigned, and led

dinner, Irwin sat in front of his

my

Big kids should learn to cut their

head and muttered, "But Mom

him

a tantrum. He just sniffled quietly, his small shoulders shaking as

watched, torn between irritation and helplessness. "Sheesh. Are you a boy or not? All you do is cry for your

over, quickly

my good deed for the day and drive you home