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.

glance. The van moved off into the night, taking her with it-without so much

now etched with confusion as he clung

mother you've got," James said, ruffling Irwin's

Irwin let out a wail and burst into loud, messy

some with

had been left

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

resigned, and led Irwin

his kid-sized

can't cut my steak. Can you

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

dropped his head and muttered, "But

him and, suddenly, his nose stung and fresh tears welled

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

helplessness. "Sheesh. Are you a boy or

as he grumbled, James pulled Irwin's plate over, quickly

my