Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 488

Briony bent down and zipped up the little yellow duck backpack. "From the kids' perspective, of course I want them to have both their parents. If Stewart truly cherishes them, he'll take care of himself."

She looked up at James, her voice soft, her tone calm. "I've never thought I mattered much to Stewart. Maybe we shared five years as husband and wife, but it was never love. Stewart never loved me, and I'll never love him again."

James watched her, his hand tightening at his side.

He pressed his lips together, wrestling with himself.

He wanted to say, Bryn, you're wrong. Stewart might love you more than you know. He's probably still hopelessly in love with you.

But how could he say that? To confess the feelings of his rival in love? Even if James couldn't fight and claw for her, he certainly couldn't step aside and play matchmaker for Stewart.

So he let it go. If he could be her knight, standing quietly at her side for the rest of his life—even if only as family—that would be enough.

...

Briony and James came downstairs together.

"Is there enough room for the car seats?" Briony asked, glancing at Stewart.

"I installed an extra one before I came," Stewart replied, meeting her eyes. "I'll take good care of them. Both of them."

It was a promise, spoken as a father to the mother of his children.

Briony simply nodded, then stepped over to say goodbye to the kids.

loaded Little Nina's suitcase into the

children into their car seats,

from inside the car, their faces bright

her heart caught

his lips pressed tight. After a moment,

didn't look at

lowered his gaze, climbed into the car, and shut

to life, turned around, and pulled away

stood there, watching the taillights disappear into the darkness before she finally closed her

watched her, worry etched on his face. "Are you

"I'll have to get used to it." Just two days ago, she'd quietly made an appointment with a

you're here just for yourself, then let me say this: Girl, in this world no one is

within yourself. No one else can do

keep worrying the kids will get hurt. These days, I keep dreaming something bad happens to them

pressed a stress ball into her

left in her skin. Just thinking about those dreams had pushed her

the stress ball,

moment your children were born, it was always inevitable they'd leave your world someday. Every day they grow is just one step closer to that.

like 'mother's love' or 'a mother's duty.' But if you peel all that away, maybe it's just our

You're a mother,

but don't make

salvation. Don't treat them as your entire world. You need to learn to love yourself first.

your children draw strength