Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Briony had no choice but to accept it.

Stewart stood nearby, watching the two of them. There was a shadow of loneliness in his deep-set eyes.

Maynard had been visiting often these days. Even though he knew Briony was unwell, he never made a big show of concern. He had a knack for reading the room, always knowing when to step forward and when to hold back. Whenever Briony was with him, she smiled a little more easily.

Stewart couldn't help but feel defeated. He didn't have Maynard's social grace, never knew the right thing to say, and when he was alone with Briony, silence usually filled the space between them.

Briony invited Maynard to take a seat.

Maynard settled in comfortably beside her.

Briony looked over at Cedric Clarke. "Star had a bit to drink. He fell asleep on the couch in the den."

Cedric Clarke frowned slightly and stood up at once. "I'll go check on him."

No sooner had Cedric Clarke left than Aster suddenly burst into tears.

Little Nina called out in a panic, "Oh no, the baby's crying! Mr. Clarke, your son is crying!"

But Cedric was nowhere to be found.

So Stewart had to step in and try to soothe Aster.

Aster hadn't been weaned yet, and fussed whenever he got sleepy.

Stewart had never dealt with such a tiny, squirmy baby before. The chubby little bundle felt heavy and awkward in his arms, and he had no idea how to calm him down. It was giving him a headache.

sight of Stewart's helpless struggle with

sorry, will you excuse me? I need to check

gone, and James and Lorna had disappeared as well. At this point, Briony was the only one left who

walked over to

her, concerned. "Are you

well-fed little boy, and holding him for long

couldn't help but laugh. "He's just a

this, Stewart

the baby, gently bouncing him and speaking to

a year old,

so hard that Maynard eventually joined

no

it-Briony had to take

uneasy,

they stepped out, Stewart turned to Carey. "Stay here and keep Mr. Maynard company. Don't neglect our

I'll make sure Mr. Maynard

...

still-sobbing Aster toward the

was ajar, and from inside came

Why did you have to tell my

not allowed to

and you went and tattled anyway! Don't think I don't

telling

more human milk machine. If you and my mom try to stop

that's enough! You're drunk and