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!"

rushed to the bedside, tears streaming as she saw her son

caressed his cheek

and when he saw Rosita, he

face, voice thick with emotion. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. I'm right here

"Mom, don't go...'

tears came harder, her love and worry for Irwin

fluttered closed, and he slipped back into

as if Irwin had

handkerchief from his pocket and handing it to her. "Irwin's just resting.

all my fault. If I hadn't had such a difficult labor, Irwin wouldn't

around her shoulders, patting her gently.

soothing words, comforting her the

at the foot of the bed, watching everything unfold. Pain pricked at her chest, sharp

realized she had no

turned the corner, she nearly