Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 136

When Stewart arrived at Lunar Heights Estate, he found Rosita standing on the very edge of the rooftop. She wore a flowing white dress, her long hair whipping around her shoulders in the icy wind.

“Stewart, I’m sorry. I just… I can’t do this anymore…”

Tears streamed down her face as she met his gaze, her whole body trembling with a grief and hopelessness that cut right through him.

Maxine, nearby, was beside herself with worry—she looked as if she might drop to her knees and beg Rosita to step back from the ledge.

In the end, Stewart managed to talk Rosita down.

Her depression had been getting worse lately, so Stewart arranged for the best psychiatrist in the city to take over her care.

The doctor insisted Rosita couldn’t handle the stress of returning to work, and that she needed a break—a chance to focus entirely on her recovery.

Maxine hated to let her go, but with Rosita this unwell—and Stewart absolutely firm on the matter—she had no choice but to agree.

With Rosita sick, Stewart worried that another episode might frighten Irwin. So, he decided to bring his son back to Southcreek Manor.

Now that Briony had moved out, someone needed to look after Irwin.

Stewart arranged for a housekeeper from Wentworth Mansion—a woman named Sylvie, brisk and tidy, who’d cared for Irwin during his previous visits to the old estate. She was experienced, and Stewart trusted her.

When Stewart returned to Southcreek Manor that evening, Irwin was still awake.

Without his mother in the house, the manor felt cold and empty, and Irwin stubbornly refused to go upstairs to bed.

As soon as Stewart stepped inside, Sylvie hurried over with an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry, sir—I haven’t been able to convince Master Irwin to go to bed.”

“Dad!” Irwin scrambled off the sofa and ran to hug Stewart. “Dad, why are you back by yourself?”

Stewart arched an eyebrow. “What, I’m not welcome home?”

“That’s not it!” Irwin pouted. “I just thought you’d bring Mom back with you. I was sure if you went to find her, you’d bring her home.”

Stewart ruffled his hair, saying nothing about his mother. “It’s late. You should be in bed.”