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 straight to

the phone rang and rang

calls. Each time, no

tried to reassure Irwin,

little

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

he thought about it, the more worked up he became, and when

distracted, busy texting her best friend and oblivious to

we reschedule the checkup for tomorrow?] Best Friend: [I'm on the morning shift tomorrow. Just come straight over.]

still haven't taken the

purse and replied: [I'll do it

friend sent back a meme of an

"my bad" emoji, grabbed her bag, and stood up.

Irwin didn't answer.

Briony didn't think much of

soon as the master bedroom door clicked shut on the second floor, Irwin darted to his own room, grabbed the smartwatch Rosita had bought him from