Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 11

What important business could Stewart possibly have with her? It could only be about the divorce.

But how could she talk about any of this with Irwin?

These were matters between adults; an innocent child like him shouldn't be dragged into it.

"Mom, come home with me, please!" Irwin tugged at Briony's hand, pleading in that sweet, coaxing way only a little boy could. "Please? I haven't seen Dad in days I really miss him!"

Briony sighed, resigned. "Alright. I'll take you home first."

"Yes!" Irwin cheered, eyes sparkling. "You're the best, Mom!"

Briony ruffled his hair, her gaze lingering on his bright, cherubic face. She let out a silent sigh.

After five years of marriage, it seemed Irwin's affection and dependence were the only things left that felt genuine.

Everything else was just empty promises and wishful thinking.

Half an hour later, Briony and Irwin arrived at Southcreek Manor.

Stewart wasn't home yet. Irwin managed to wait about ten minutes before his patience ran out.

and ask when

assumed Stewart would be home soon-she'd planned to head

the phone rang

calls. Each time, no one picked

only sigh and tried to reassure Irwin, "Your dad's probably busy

his little brow furrowing

the phone? The thought made Irwin's anxiety bubble over. He even started to regret

up he became, and when he looked at Briony,

distracted, busy texting her

Best Friend: [I'm on the morning shift tomorrow. Just come

you still haven't

glanced guiltily at her purse and replied: [I'll

friend sent back a meme of an

"my bad" emoji, grabbed her bag, and stood up. "Irwin, I'm going to the bathroom for a

Irwin didn't answer.

Briony didn't think

shut on the second floor, Irwin darted to his own room, grabbed the smartwatch Rosita had bought him

a few times before someone picked

"Irwin?"