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

did you bring

the toys and bedtime storybooks you bought

still under the weather. Go lie down and get some

"Okay!"

Irwin scampered off to the

son, Briony felt a pang

child. It was only natural for him to rely on his parents. Even though he'd reconnected with

really shouldn't let herself

that in mind, Briony opened her shopping app and bought all

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

the night, not

she returned to the

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

limited-edition model, and the

likely, Rosita had

Rosita was also trying to

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

something she could stop, or

she could do was be there for him