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

that the nausea had passed, though she

closely, his dark eyes

brief flicker of guilt before she

answered, trying

second that he was genuinely worried. She

only he hadn't brought it up. The more

doted on Rosita during her pregnancy, he must've learned plenty about these

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

walked over to the bed, brushing her hand gently over Irwin's cheek. "I'm alright, sweetheart. I just ate something

but didn't

your medicine and get plenty of rest, okay?" Irwin squeezed her hand. "Even though I wish you could come see me every day, you need to rest if you're sick.

emotion. Maybe she'd been worrying

five years, was still the same thoughtful, caring

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

explained softly. "But I'll bring you back a present for the holidays. So you have to remember to eat on time and listen to the doctor, okay? That's how

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