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 when he'll be

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

when she called, the phone rang and

time, no one picked

to reassure Irwin, "Your dad's

little

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

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

her best friend and oblivious

tomorrow?] Best Friend: [I'm on the morning

you still haven't taken

guiltily at her purse

friend sent back a meme of an

replied with a sheepish "my bad" emoji, grabbed her bag, and stood up. "Irwin,

Irwin didn't answer.

he was sulking over Stewart, Briony didn't think much of it.

the smartwatch Rosita had bought him from under his pillow, and scrolled through the contacts. The first entry was Rosita. He tapped to

a few times

"Irwin?"