Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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.

Outside, a nanny car pulled up for Rosita. She climbed in without a backward glance. The van moved off into the night, taking her with it—without so much as a look over her shoulder.

Irwin’s tear-streaked face was now etched with confusion as he clung to Briony’s jacket.

“Some mother you’ve got,” James said, ruffling Irwin’s hair with a smirk. “Bet you’re thrilled.”

That finally broke the dam. Irwin let out a wail and burst into loud, messy sobs.

Instantly, heads turned their way, some with annoyance, others with open irritation.

Rosita was gone, and Irwin had been left behind like forgotten luggage.

With Irwin refusing to accept anyone but Briony as his mom, the restaurant manager had little choice but to look to her for help.

Briony sighed, resigned, and led Irwin away.

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