Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

A faint sound of running water echoed through the phone.

Briony's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Irwin's fever still hasn't broken. The tests say he has acute bronchitis and pneumonia-he needs to be admitted for IV treatment."

Rosita's voice instantly tightened with worry. "How could this happen? Wasn't he perfectly fine when Stewart dropped him off this morning?"

The accusatory tone made Briony's brow furrow. "Ms. Lockwood, I have to remind you—Irwin's health is fragile. He has a long list of dietary restrictions."

With that, Briony ended the call.

She clenched her phone and glanced at Irwin, who lay on the hospital bed, sweating and restless even as he slept. A burning frustration twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A nurse came in and started Irwin's IV.

After about fifteen minutes, Irwin began to sweat, and his fever finally started to subside.

Just then, the door to the room swung open.

Stewart and Rosita hurried inside.

"Irwin!"

as she saw her

caressed his cheek and called gently,

blinked groggily awake, and when he saw Rosita, he murmured,

face, voice thick with emotion.

"Mom, don't go...'

love and

eyes fluttered closed, and he slipped back into

as if

and handing it to her. "Irwin's just resting.

a word, buried herself in Stewart's arms. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't had such

her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would

murmured soothing words,

watching everything unfold. Pain pricked at her chest, sharp and relentless, but

no reason

out of the room. As she turned the corner, she nearly