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

called, his small face etched with worry.

better now that the nausea had passed, though she was left

watched her closely, his dark eyes narrowed.

brief flicker of guilt

together and answered, trying her best

for a second that he was genuinely worried. She just

it up. The more Stewart

after all. Considering how much he doted on Rosita during her pregnancy, he must've learned plenty about these

she decided not to

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 take some medicine and

merely raised an eyebrow, but didn't press

her hand. "Even though I wish

with emotion. Maybe she'd been

cherished for five years, was still

sure to rest up." Briony was already feeling guilty, knowing she wouldn't be able to

trip 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,

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