Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony dialed Stewart's number.

She wanted him to come pick up Irwin.

But Stewart didn't answer.

He was obviously ignoring her on purpose.

Frustration welled up inside Briony, her expression turning cold.

Irwin looked at her, eyes rimmed red. He choked up and said, "Mom, am I bothering you? If you don't want me around anymore, I can just leave..."

Tears began to spill down his cheeks.

Briony's heart softened instantly. She pulled him into a gentle hug and soothed him, "Of course I still want you here. I'm just swamped with work these days, and since you're still not feeling well, I'm worried I won't be able to take care of you properly."

"I'm not running a fever anymore," Irwin insisted.

He grabbed Briony's hand and placed it on his forehead. "See, Mom? I'm really not sick now. I'll be good and won't disturb you while you're working. Please don't send me away, okay?"

Whenever Irwin played the sweetheart, Briony was helpless.

She sighed and stroked his still-warm cheek. "Did you finish the soup I made for you?"

proudly. "I drank the

you bring your

cartoon backpack. "And I brought the toys and bedtime storybooks

you? All right, you're still under the weather. Go lie down and get some rest. I have to

"Okay!"

scampered

son, Briony felt a pang of

natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with Rosita, he still thought of her as "Mom,"

really shouldn't let herself get upset with

Briony opened her shopping app and bought all the children's books and educational

Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things she'd just bought would be her New

the night,

she returned to the lounge, Irwin was already

a shower, she tiptoed to the bed and gently lifted the covers. Irwin

the price tag was

Rosita had bought it

trying to be a

pretend it didn't affect her, but she knew that Irwin growing closer

something she could stop, or

could do was be there