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.

call Dad and ask when

planned to head straight to the hospital once he

called, the phone rang

calls. Each time, no one picked

and tried to reassure Irwin,

his little brow furrowing

thought made Irwin's anxiety bubble over. He even started to regret hugging Briony earlier; maybe

and when he looked at Briony, there was a hint of

Briony was distracted, busy texting her best

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

Friend: [I'm guessing you still haven't taken the test, have

at her purse

meme of an angry cartoon character

bag, and

Irwin didn't answer.

sulking over Stewart, Briony didn't

his own room, grabbed the smartwatch Rosita had bought him from

few times before someone picked

"Irwin?"