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.

Dad and ask

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

called, the phone rang and

calls. Each time, no

to reassure Irwin, "Your dad's probably busy right

little

The thought made Irwin's anxiety bubble over. He even started to regret hugging Briony earlier; maybe if he hadn't, she wouldn't

about it, the more worked up he became, and when he looked at Briony,

texting her best friend

[Something came up. Can we reschedule the checkup for tomorrow?] Best Friend:

still haven't

her purse and replied: [I'll do

of an angry

bad" emoji, grabbed her bag, and stood up. "Irwin,

Irwin didn't answer.

Stewart, Briony didn't think much of it.

master bedroom door clicked shut on the second floor, Irwin darted to his own room, grabbed the smartwatch Rosita had bought him from under his pillow, and scrolled through the

a few times

"Irwin?"