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 head straight

when she called, the phone rang and rang with

calls. Each time,

sigh and tried to reassure Irwin, "Your dad's

his little

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

and when he looked at Briony, there

busy texting her best friend

for tomorrow?] Best Friend: [I'm on the morning shift tomorrow. Just

you still haven't

at her purse and replied: [I'll

of an

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

Irwin didn't answer.

he was sulking over Stewart, Briony didn't think

second floor, Irwin darted to his own room, grabbed the smartwatch Rosita had bought him from under his pillow, and scrolled through the