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

cheek and called gently,

awake, and when he saw Rosita, he

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

"Mom, don't go...'

Rosita's tears came harder, her love and worry for Irwin moving everyone

eyes fluttered closed, and

if

handing it to her. "Irwin's just

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

one strong arm around her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would be upset if he

Stewart murmured soothing words, comforting

watching everything unfold. Pain pricked at her chest,

realized she had no reason

the room. As she turned the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona,