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.

can you call Dad and ask when

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

phone

time, no

only sigh and tried to reassure

frowned, his little brow

Dad was too 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 he hadn't, she wouldn't be sad

and when he looked at Briony, there was a

her best friend and oblivious to Irwin's

reschedule the checkup for tomorrow?] Best Friend: [I'm on the

[I'm guessing you still

her purse

friend sent back a meme of

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

Irwin didn't answer.

sulking over Stewart, Briony didn't

grabbed the smartwatch Rosita had bought him from under his

a few times

"Irwin?"