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

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

now, when she called, the phone

time,

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

his little

busy comforting her to answer the phone? The thought made Irwin's anxiety bubble over. He even started to regret hugging Briony earlier; maybe if

thought about it, the more worked up he became, and when he looked at Briony, there was a hint of resentment in his

busy texting her best friend and oblivious to

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

guessing you still haven't taken the test,

her purse and replied: [I'll do it

meme of an angry cartoon character wielding a

her bag, and stood up.

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 from under his pillow,

phone rang a few times before someone

"Irwin?"