Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 8

Stewart stood outside the door, his sharply defined features cold and distant. “I’ll be away on business for a few days. Rosita can’t handle him alone, so I’ll have to trouble you to look after him for a bit.”

Briony wasn’t feeling well, and she had no patience for him.

“Fine. When you come back to pick him up, remember to bring the divorce papers.”

With that, she scooped Irwin into her arms and walked straight back to her office.

Stewart lingered at the doorway for a moment, watching her go.

Then he quietly closed the studio door and left.

—

In the break room, Briony set Irwin down and let out a heavy sigh.

“Take your jacket off and get ready for bed.”

Irwin, for once, was perfectly obedient. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her. “Mom, could you hang this up for me? Thank you.”

He always had such sweet manners.

Briony smiled at him, took the jacket, and hung it on the coat rack.

They settled side by side on the bed.

Irwin wrapped his arms around Briony’s, his voice muffled. “Mom, are you mad at me for going to see that woman?”

Briony blinked in surprise, then sighed softly. She hugged him close, her voice gentle. “She’s the mother who gave birth to you. I know it’s a lot to take in, but without her, there wouldn’t be you. So don’t call her ‘that woman,’ okay?”

Irwin’s little knot of anxiety eased at her words.

He’d worried, when Briony hadn’t come home that evening, that she was angry with him for meeting his birth mother and didn’t want him anymore.

But it turned out he’d worried for nothing.

Satisfied, Irwin closed his eyes. “Mom, I’ll always love you. No matter who gave birth to me, you’ll always be my number one.”

Briony felt her heart melt. She stroked his soft cheek.

“I know, sweetheart. And I promise you—whenever you need me, I’ll always be here.”

“You said it!” Irwin yawned. “No lying, okay? If you lie, your nose will get longer!”

Briony couldn’t help but laugh, her irritation slowly fading away.

She leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll never lie to you. Goodnight, honey.”

Irwin’s steady breathing was her only reply.

—

It was winter break, so Irwin didn’t need to go to kindergarten.

The next day, Briony’s studio took on another restoration job—high pay, but a tight deadline.

For the next two days, Irwin spent most of his time at the studio with Briony. Whenever she was busy, Hannah and the other staff took turns watching him.

After two years of tagging along, Irwin was well-known and well-loved around the studio.

By the third day, two in the afternoon, Briony finally finished her restoration work. She stepped out of the lab and headed for her office, texting her best friend, who worked at the OB-GYN clinic.

Briony: [Are you working this afternoon?]

As soon as Briony walked in, she spotted Rosita in a corner booth.

Rosita, wearing oversized sunglasses, appraised Briony as she approached.

Briony wore a soft beige dress, wrapped in a pale blush wool coat, her long hair falling smoothly down her back. There was a gentle elegance about her—a delicate beauty, with fair skin and refined features. Not striking, perhaps, but serene, and something about her silence lent her an aura of quiet coolness.

Rosita stood and smiled warmly. “Ms. Kensington, please, have a seat.”

Briony didn’t sit.

She saw no reason for a private meeting.

“Ms. Lockwood, if you have something to say, let’s hear it.”

Rosita slipped off her sunglasses. “It seems you don’t much care for me, Ms. Kensington. I understand. I only found out today that Stewart lied to you as well. But he was trying to protect me. I hope you won’t blame him.”

Briony’s voice was calm, her expression unreadable. “I don’t blame anyone. Stewart and I were always in a mutual arrangement. As for Irwin—he’s your son. You carried him for nine months; you have every right to get to know him.”

“You really believe that, Ms. Kensington?”

Briony’s patience was wearing thin. “Did you call me here just to ask about my feelings?”

Rosita regarded her, a little surprised. Briony was far more composed than she’d expected—a woman who could keep her cool after five years at Stewart’s side. To be honest, it would be impossible not to feel a hint of threat.

But Rosita was back now. It was time for Briony to step aside.

Rosita retrieved a set of divorce papers from her bag and placed them on the table, sliding them toward Briony.

“Stewart’s instructions: Southcreek Manor is yours, plus an additional five million as compensation for the past five years. If you’re satisfied, just sign.”