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?"

planned to

called, the phone rang

calls. Each time,

only sigh and tried to reassure

little brow furrowing in

Irwin's anxiety bubble over. He

when he looked at Briony, there was a hint of

texting her best friend

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

you still

purse and replied: [I'll do

sent back a meme of an angry cartoon

with a sheepish "my bad" emoji, grabbed her bag, and

Irwin didn't answer.

didn't think much of

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