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.

up for Rosita. She climbed in without a backward glance. The van moved off into the night, taking

now etched with confusion as he clung to

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

the dam. Irwin let out a wail and

turned their way, some with annoyance, others with

gone, and Irwin had been left behind like

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

and

Irwin sat in front of his kid-sized steak, eyes flicking up to

cut my steak. Can

now. Big kids should learn to cut their own

his head and muttered, "But Mom

left him and,

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

Are you a boy or not? All you do is cry for your

plate over, quickly

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