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?"

"I drank the whole big

did you bring your

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

you're still under the weather. Go lie down and get some rest. I have to get back

"Okay!"

scampered off

her sweet, sensible son, Briony

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 as "Mom," didn't

let herself

all the children's books and educational toys she'd been eyeing

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

the night, not finishing

the lounge, Irwin was

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

the

Rosita had bought

seemed Rosita was also trying

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

or even had the

do was be there for him whenever he needed