Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 683

Briony was caught off guard.

She’d thought that on their first New Year’s together as a family, Stewart would make it a priority.

He’d said he was busy... but on New Year’s Eve, there was no way he was caught up with work.

It had to be something personal.

Briony felt a pang of suspicion, but decided not to press him further.

“All right, let’s eat,” she said, taking the hands of her two children and leading them to the dining table.

Carol watched the kids and couldn’t shake her unease.

She was certain she’d heard a child calling “Daddy” during the phone call earlier.

Carol’s thoughts immediately turned to Irwin Wentworth.

On a night meant for family, why would Mr. Wentworth not be here with his children? Was he spending time with Irwin again?

If that was the case, he was making a terrible mistake.

But it was only Carol’s suspicion.

She didn’t dare bring it up to Briony, afraid she might have misheard, and worried that stirring the pot would undo the fragile peace that had finally settled between the couple.

Carol sighed inwardly.

She could only hope she’d gotten it wrong.

…

During dinner, Little Nina was still thinking of her dad.

“Mommy, where’s Daddy?” she asked.

Briony scooped a dumpling and placed it gently in her daughter’s bowl. “Daddy has something to take care of. He’ll be home a little later to spend time with you two.”

“But my teacher said everyone gets New Year’s off, and every family should be together,” Little Nina protested, lips pursed in indignation. “Daddy can’t be busy with work. Did he sneak off to spend the holiday with someone else?”

Briony paused, taken aback.

Little Nina was no fool; she was innocent but sharp.

This New Year’s meant more to her than ever before.

Just that afternoon, before her nap, she’d been giddy, saying how happy she was to have both Mommy and Daddy around for New Year’s.

But now, with Stewart missing from the table, the disappointment on her face was plain to see.

Briony’s heart ached. She reached out and stroked her daughter’s hair. “Daddy isn’t with anyone else, sweetheart. He just had something come up—”

She didn’t even finish the sentence before the sound of a car pulling up outside interrupted her.

Little Nina’s eyes shone. “That must be Daddy!”

Before Briony could react, Little Nina and little Mario had already scrambled off their chairs, two tiny figures racing each other to the front door.

They barely made it to the entryway when they saw that tall, familiar figure stepping out of the car.

Stewart’s long legs carried him up the path, his black coat billowing with each stride.