Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

What important business could Stewart possibly have with her? It could only be about the divorce.

But how could she talk about any of this with Irwin?

These were matters between adults; an innocent child like him shouldn't be dragged into it.

"Mom, come home with me, please!" Irwin tugged at Briony's hand, pleading in that sweet, coaxing way only a little boy could. "Please? I haven't seen Dad in days I really miss him!"

Briony sighed, resigned. "Alright. I'll take you home first."

"Yes!" Irwin cheered, eyes sparkling. "You're the best, Mom!"

Briony ruffled his hair, her gaze lingering on his bright, cherubic face. She let out a silent sigh.

After five years of marriage, it seemed Irwin's affection and dependence were the only things left that felt genuine.

Everything else was just empty promises and wishful thinking.

Half an hour later, Briony and Irwin arrived at Southcreek Manor.

Stewart wasn't home yet. Irwin managed to wait about ten minutes before his patience ran out.

"Mom, can you call Dad and ask when he'll be back?"

home soon-she'd planned to head

the phone rang and rang with

Each time, no one

to reassure Irwin, "Your dad's probably busy

frowned, his little brow furrowing in

Rosita crying, and Dad was too busy comforting her to answer the phone? The thought made Irwin's anxiety bubble over. He even started to regret hugging Briony earlier; maybe if he hadn't, she

became, and when he looked at Briony,

busy texting her best friend

Best Friend: [I'm on the morning shift

you still

glanced guiltily at her purse and replied: [I'll do

sent back a meme of an angry cartoon character wielding a

emoji, grabbed her bag, and stood up. "Irwin, I'm going to the

Irwin didn't answer.

sulking over Stewart, Briony didn't think

to his own room, grabbed the smartwatch Rosita had bought him from under his pillow, and scrolled through the contacts. The first