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!"

the bedside, tears streaming as she saw her son sleeping, hooked up to

caressed his cheek and

awake, and when he saw Rosita, he murmured,

voice thick with emotion. "Don't be afraid,

"Mom, don't go...'

tears came harder, her love and worry for Irwin moving everyone in

and

sobbed uncontrollably, as if Irwin had fallen

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

the handkerchief and, without a word, buried herself in Stewart's arms. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't had such a difficult labor, Irwin wouldn't be so weak now. I've ruined his

say things like that." Stewart wrapped one strong arm around her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would be upset if he heard

Rosita wept, Stewart murmured soothing

the foot of the bed, watching everything unfold. Pain

had no reason to

Briony slipped out of the room. As she turned the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona,