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.

Irwin turned to

Irwin called, his small face etched with worry. "Are you

that the nausea had passed, though she was left a bit

her closely, his dark

betraying a brief flicker

lips together and answered, trying her best to

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

up. The more

father before, after all. Considering how much he doted on Rosita

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

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

merely raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue any

Irwin squeezed her hand. "Even though I wish you could come see me every day, you need to rest if you're sick. I'll

Maybe she'd

for five years, was still the same thoughtful, caring boy

you, Irwin. I'll make sure to rest up." Briony was already feeling guilty, knowing she wouldn't be

softly. "But I'll bring you back a present for the holidays. So you have

at her with wide, anxious eyes. "A business trip? How long will you