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?"

did!” Irwin said proudly. "I drank the whole big

you bring your

the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought for

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

"Okay!"

his backpack, Irwin scampered off

her sweet, sensible son, Briony felt

was still just a child. It was only natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though

shouldn't let herself

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

Stewart and Rosita at the Wentworth estate this year. The things she'd just bought

worked late into the night, not finishing

she returned to the lounge,

tiptoed to the bed and gently lifted the covers. Irwin was clutching a kid's smartwatch in his

and the price tag was well into

likely, Rosita had bought it for

trying to be a

she was feeling. She couldn't pretend it didn't affect her, but she

something she could stop, or even

she could do was be there