Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"I hate you!"

Irwin hurled the rest of his bedtime stories to the floor and stomped on them, his voice trembling with fury. "You're a liar! You don't want me, well, I don't want you either! I don't want any of this!"

"Irwin!"

Stewart grabbed Irwin's arm, his handsome face darkening with anger. "Say one more word like that and you'll be sorry!"

Irwin struggled with all his might, but he was no match for his father's strength.

Blinded by rage, Irwin couldn't see the storm brewing in his father's eyes. All he wanted was to let out every ounce of hurt and frustration bottled up inside him—

"I just hate her!" Irwin jutted out his chin, his tear-stained eyes glaring stubbornly at Stewart. "You said it yourself-she's not really my mom, right? So if she isn't my mom, why should I have to like her? I hate her! I hate that she lied to me!"

Stewart froze.

That one sentence-"You said she's not really my mom!"-hit him like a slap in the face.

He let go of Irwin and turned to look at Briony.

Briony stood rooted to the spot, silent and pale as a ghost.

of all color. Her usually bright, clear eyes were now clouded, as if a heavy mist had settled

control, felt a wave of unease rise in

[Why is Mommy crying?]

now flushed and defiant, she suddenly saw him as he'd been at

remembered the time he'd clumsily, yet so tenderly, wiped

was the day she'd visited her mother in prison. She'd seen the bruises on her mother's face and realized, for the first time, just how much her

cried the

couch with Irwin and pretending to

neck, his soft cheek pressing against hers. “Don't be sad, Mommy. Irwin's here

burst into tears again, unable to

away her tears with his chubby little hands, mumbling over and over, "Don't cry, Mommy. Don't cry... Irwin's here, Irwin will

just learned to talk, his words still limited, so he repeated the comforting things she usually said to him. The more anxious he got, the more his words tumbled out in a

day, Briony had been completely broken. She'd clung to

She'd endured it all, no matter how bitter or difficult-but knowing her mother was being

had no power, no connections. All she could do was watch as her mother

started crying too, blowing on her with

Mommy hurts, Irwin