Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 30

The bathroom door slammed shut, and moments later, the unmistakable sound of Briony retching echoed from within.

Whatever breakfast she'd managed that morning ended up in the toilet. Only after emptying her stomach did she finally start to feel a little better.

Even with the door closed, the intensity of her nausea was apparent. The sound carried into the hallway.

Irwin frowned and looked up at Stewart. "Dad, why is Mom throwing up so much? Is she sick?"

Stewart's eyes darkened. He reached out and gently ruffled Irwin's hair. "She's probably just been a little too busy and overtired these past few days."

Irwin's face scrunched in concern. "Does that mean Mom won't be able to visit me as much?"

"That's something you can ask her yourself," Stewart replied.

Irwin sighed, clearly dissatisfied. He muttered, "She never used to be this busy.

It's like, ever since my mom came back, she's always got so much to do..."

Just then, the bathroom door opened.

Briony emerged, looking a little pale but composed.

Stewart and Irwin turned

Irwin called, his small face etched with

now that the nausea had passed, though she

closely, his dark

brief flicker of guilt

and answered, trying her

that he was genuinely worried. She just hoped he wouldn't catch on to anything. "Did you see a

hadn't brought it up. The more Stewart questioned

a father before, after all. Considering how much he doted on Rosita during her pregnancy, he

she decided not to risk saying something wrong. Instead, she ignored him

her hand gently over Irwin's cheek. "I'm alright, sweetheart. I just ate something bad the last couple of days. I'll take

raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue

medicine and get plenty of rest, okay?" Irwin squeezed her hand. "Even though I wish you

heart swelled with emotion. Maybe she'd been worrying over

precious Irwin, whom she'd cherished for five years, was still the same thoughtful,

you, Irwin. I'll make sure to rest up." Briony was already feeling guilty, knowing she wouldn't be able to visit him for

go on a business trip tomorrow," she explained softly. "But I'll bring you back a present for the holidays. So you have to remember to eat on

her with wide, anxious eyes. "A business trip? How long will you be

ten days, give or