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?"

had assumed Stewart would be home soon-she'd planned to

she called, the phone rang and rang with no

calls. Each time, no

and tried to reassure

his little brow furrowing

crying, and Dad was too busy comforting her to answer the phone? The thought made Irwin's anxiety bubble over.

the more worked up he became, and when

Briony was distracted, busy texting her best friend and oblivious to

Can we reschedule the checkup for tomorrow?] Best Friend: [I'm on

[I'm guessing you still haven't

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

a meme of

and stood up. "Irwin, I'm going to the bathroom for

Irwin didn't answer.

sulking over Stewart, Briony didn't think

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