Briony looked at Stewart, his words stinging so sharply that her eyes filled with tears even as she forced a bitter smile.
“Stewart, your son has a mother. Her name is Rosita—not me, not Briony! And if you think I’m emotionally unstable and unfit to be a mother, fine! I’ll admit it. I, Briony, am not worthy of being Irwin’s mom. So now, please take your son and get out of my house!”
She got it all out in one breath, but the rush left her dizzy and lightheaded. Her slender frame swayed unsteadily.
James hurried to catch her before she could fall, leaning in to murmur softly in her ear, “Are you alright?”
Briony took a deep breath, her blurred vision slowly clearing. She shook her head, managing a faint, “I’m okay.”
Stewart watched their exchange, his jaw clenched and eyes icy.
Meanwhile, Irwin simply stared at Briony, lips parted, too stunned to even cry.
What had Mom just said?
Did she really…not want him anymore?
A wave of panic washed over Irwin. He clung tighter to Stewart’s neck, voice trembling. “Dad, Mom didn’t mean it, right? She’s my mom—she wouldn’t really leave me, would she?”
His words came out between choked sobs, all the defiance gone, leaving only small, wounded innocence.
Stewart’s heart softened; he ruffled Irwin’s hair. “Your mom’s just upset right now. We need to give her some space.”
“But…” Irwin sniffled, his voice thick with tears. “Even when Mom was sad before, she never yelled at me. I think… She only stopped loving me because she has a new boyfriend.”
As he spoke, Irwin shot a glare at James.
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