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 whole big

you bring your

the toys

"You never forget your bedtime stories, do you? All right, you're still under the weather.

"Okay!"

his backpack, Irwin scampered off

sweet, sensible son, Briony felt a

just a child. It was only natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with Rosita, he still thought of her

really shouldn't let herself get

shopping app and bought all the children's books and educational toys

figured Irwin would probably spend New Year's Eve with Stewart and Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things she'd just bought would

the night, not finishing until

the

and gently lifted the covers. Irwin was

a limited-edition model, and the price

likely, Rosita had bought it

Rosita was also trying to be

couldn't pretend it didn't affect her, but

stop, or even

there