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?"

Stewart would be home soon-she'd planned to head straight to the hospital once

called, the phone rang and rang with

time, no one picked

tried to reassure Irwin, "Your dad's probably busy

frowned, his little

answer the phone? The thought made Irwin's anxiety bubble over. He even started to regret hugging Briony

thought about it, the more worked up he became, and when he looked at Briony, there

busy texting her

[Something came up. Can we reschedule the checkup for tomorrow?] Best Friend: [I'm on the morning shift tomorrow.

guessing you still haven't taken the test,

purse and replied: [I'll do

of an angry cartoon character

emoji, grabbed her bag, and stood

Irwin didn't answer.

over Stewart, Briony didn't think

his own room, grabbed the smartwatch Rosita had bought him from