Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Two hours later, James had finished his IV drip and looked much better-more alert, more himself.

The doctor recommended that he stay at the hospital for observation, but James wouldn't hear of it.

In the end, the doctor wrote him a prescription and told him to stick to light, easily digestible meals for the next few days.

While Briony was waiting at the pharmacy, her phone buzzed. Stewart was calling her.

Three calls came in a row. She didn't answer any of them.

Finally, Stewart sent a text.

**[Irwin misses you.]**

Staring at the message, Briony hesitated for a moment. Then she sighed and called back.

The line was picked up almost instantly, and Irwin's excited little voice piped up, "Mom!"

Briony's voice softened. "Irwin, have you been good?"

"I have! But Mom, you haven't called me in days!" Irwin complained. "You promised—even when you traveled for work, you'd always call or video chat with

me!"

really busy these past few days," Briony apologized

used to be like this! Even when your work was crazy, you never

was barely keeping her head above water. But remembering the promises she'd made to Irwin, her heart

ever. I just really haven't had a free moment to call or video chat,

hospital every day to be with me. Mom, isn't your job

lips together, brow furrowing

but his words still stung. He'd

studio, life had been chaos. She was running herself ragged and even fell

there, but he'd always promised her he'd be good, that he'd listen

Irwin was

voice came through again, impatient and a little hurt. "Are

Briony said, snapping back to the moment with a weary sigh. “Be good,

"I just miss your cooking! I

I'll make you all your favorite dishes. Don't

Irwin insisted. "I want your slow-cooked pork and your

"Deal."

when are you coming

for a moment.

already been days, Mom! You said you'd be home soon-it's

she could reply, James's name flashed across her

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