Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 96

“Briony, you’re not thinking clearly right now, so I’m not going to argue with you.”

With a sigh that betrayed his helplessness, Stewart set the bowl of hot cereal on the table and beckoned to Irwin. “Irwin, come here, buddy.”

Irwin glanced nervously at Briony before shuffling over to Stewart’s side.

Clinging to Stewart’s hand, Irwin asked in a hesitant whisper, “Dad, is Mom really angry? Did you two have a fight?”

“We didn’t have a fight.” Stewart ruffled his son’s hair, offering a gentle smile. “Why don’t you go upstairs and play for a while, okay?”

Irwin didn’t want to leave—not really. He could tell something was wrong. The whole room felt heavy, and Briony had barely looked at him. She’d never been this cold before.

A knot of frustration tightened in his chest. He wanted to protest, but Briony seemed so harsh right now, it scared him.

With a pout, he nodded, trying not to let his disappointment show. “Okay. But Dad, please talk to Mom nicely. Don’t fight, okay?”

Stewart managed a reassuring smile. “I promise.”

Irwin trudged up the stairs, throwing anxious glances over his shoulder with every step.

The moment he reached his room on the second floor, he grabbed his smartwatch and quickly called Rosita…

Downstairs, Stewart tapped the tabletop. “I made you some porridge. Try to eat a little.”

The commanding tone in his voice made Briony scoff. “Save it. I’m not interested in anything you made. All I want is to get out of here, right now.”

Stewart could see the anger burning in her eyes, the way she bristled at even the smallest hint of concern. She wasn’t about to accept a shred of kindness from him.

Rubbing his temples in frustration, he softened his voice. “I’ve already called Cedric Clarke. He’s reached out to Stella. For tonight, please just stay. Tomorrow morning, I’ll drive you back.”

“And why should I listen to you?” Briony shot back. “Stewart, you have no right to decide anything for me! I’m leaving now.”