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.

without a backward glance. The van moved off into the night, taking her

with confusion

ruffling Irwin's hair with a smirk. "Bet you're

out a wail and burst

their way, some with

Irwin had been left

Irwin refusing to accept anyone but Briony as his mom, the restaurant manager had little choice but to look to her for

sighed, resigned, and

his kid-sized steak, eyes

cut my

him calmly. "You're five now. Big kids should learn to cut

dropped his head and muttered, "But Mom

left him and, suddenly, his nose stung and

this time, he didn't throw a tantrum. He just sniffled quietly, his

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

plate over, quickly

you're finished, I'll do my good deed for the day and drive you home