Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Stewart couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The kids were so thoughtful. They could tell he was feeling down and were trying

their best to cheer him up.

But deep down, Stewart knew the truth: Briony would never have invited him to

stay at Pearbrook Mansion of her own accord. It was only because the kids had

begged, and she couldn't bear to disappoint them, that she'd agreed.

The reality was, in Briony's eyes, Stewart no longer belonged under this roof.

A dull ache settled in his chest.

He told himself he had no right to ask about Briony's personal life anymore, but

the thought of her and Maynard spending the night together at the Windsor made

jealousy twist inside him anyway.

Maynard's pursuit of Briony was anything but subtle—bold, open, and relentless.

Now, with the two of them working together, they had every excuse to be around

each other all the time.

Stewart couldn't help but wonder: with Maynard coming on so strong, how long

could Briony hold her ground?

He looked at his two children—so perceptive and mature for their age—and

closed his eyes, silent.

The idea that Briony might let another man into her life tore at him, but he knew,

clear as day, he had lost the right to say anything about it.

Maybe this was the ending he and Briony were meant to have.

He'd have to learn to bury his love so deep it would never see daylight again—let

wither, quietly, until his heart stopped

night, Stewart stayed

tucked into bed with the kids, watching them play

though his mind kept wandering back to

it, but he couldn't resist nudging his

Nina? See if she'll

up. "Okay!" She grabbed Stewart's phone and

chat.

No answer.

She tried again.

Still nothing.

you think

pressed his lips

the screen and decided not to answer,

thought bitterly.

pulling out his own kiddie smartwatch. "I'll call

dialed. The call rang and rang,

Mario tried again.

an eternity, someone answered—but it

through

at his watch in

Maynard answering his mom's

up at

he fixed his gaze on Mario's smartwatch, a

brewing behind his eyes.

the room

watch, her

my mom?"

replied, sounding far too relaxed. "It's past

you two

to! We're waiting for Daddy to finish

making sure to add, "and then we'll go right to

"Your

grinned, proud as could be. "Mom said he could stay, so Daddy's

with us!"

let out a

your

mom and I don't