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

his small face etched with worry. "Are

now that the nausea had passed, though she was left

watched her closely, his dark

flicker of guilt

her lips together and answered, trying her best

concern for her, so Briony didn't believe for a second that he was genuinely worried. She just hoped

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

before, after all. Considering how much he doted on Rosita during her pregnancy,

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

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

merely raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the

squeezed her hand. "Even though I wish you could

with emotion. Maybe

for five years, was still the same thoughtful, caring

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

tomorrow," she 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 you'll get better

with wide, anxious eyes. "A business