Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The bathroom door slammed shut, and moments later, the unmistakable sound of Briony retching echoed from within.

Whatever breakfast she'd managed that morning ended up in the toilet. Only after emptying her stomach did she finally start to feel a little better.

Even with the door closed, the intensity of her nausea was apparent. The sound carried into the hallway.

Irwin frowned and looked up at Stewart. "Dad, why is Mom throwing up so much? Is she sick?"

Stewart's eyes darkened. He reached out and gently ruffled Irwin's hair. "She's probably just been a little too busy and overtired these past few days."

Irwin's face scrunched in concern. "Does that mean Mom won't be able to visit me as much?"

"That's something you can ask her yourself," Stewart replied.

Irwin sighed, clearly dissatisfied. He muttered, "She never used to be this busy.

It's like, ever since my mom came back, she's always got so much to do..."

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

Briony emerged, looking a little pale but composed.

and Irwin

small face

the nausea had passed,

his

fluttered, betraying a brief flicker of guilt before

lips together and answered, trying her best to sound

so Briony didn't believe for a second that he was genuinely worried. She just hoped he wouldn't catch

hadn't brought it up. The more Stewart questioned her, the more anxious Briony

how much he doted on Rosita during her pregnancy,

guess what Stewart was thinking, but she decided not to risk saying something wrong. Instead, she

and walked over to the bed, brushing her hand gently over Irwin's cheek. "I'm alright, sweetheart. I just ate something bad the last couple of days. I'll

raised an eyebrow, but didn't press

and get plenty of rest, okay?" Irwin squeezed her hand. "Even though I wish you could come

emotion. Maybe she'd

years, was still the same thoughtful, caring boy

Irwin. I'll make sure to rest up." Briony was already feeling guilty, knowing she wouldn't be able to visit him for a

for the holidays. So you have to remember to

brow furrowed. He gazed up at her with wide, anxious eyes. "A