Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Dad." Irwin hurried to his feet and rushed over to Stewart. "Dad, please don't be mad-it was my idea to come here."

At that, Stewart turned his gaze to Irwin.

"Irwin, don't think I'll let you off easy just because you're young."

Irwin froze.

It was the first time his father had ever raised his voice at him.

He looked up, wide-eyed, unable to believe it.

"Dad..." His eyes filled with tears, trembling on the verge of spilling over. "I just..... I just missed Mom, that's all..."

Rosita quickly stood and pulled Irwin behind her, shielding him. "Stewart, don't do this. He's just a child-he doesn't understand any of this. If you're angry, be angry at me, but don't take it out on Irwin."

Pressed close to his mother's back, Irwin truly felt, for the first time, how much she loved him.

"Mom..."

"Irwin, don't be scared," Rosita soothed him gently, her voice a comforting balm. "Your dad and I just... have some things to work out, that's all."

Sniffling, Irwin looked back at Stewart. "Dad, Mom's still sick-her wrist hasn't even healed yet..."

Stewart's eyes narrowed. "I'll only say this once. Come here."

Irwin hesitated, then dropped his head and shuffled over.

"Wait for

and walked out with his head

Rosita started after him, but Stewart grabbed her arm in a tight, punishing

told you-Irwin is no

dug in, and Rosita sobbed, pleading, "He's my son! I nearly died

turned cold as steel. "You killed

wasn't me..." Rosita

that day, but I didn't do anything! She

wanted

grip tightened, making her wince.

a forceful shove,

she lost her balance and crashed to the

wound on her wrist split open, blood seeping through the bandages and

"Mom!"

his knees beside her. His face blanched at the sight of blood

"Mom, you're bleeding!"

I'm all right..." Rosita tried to stanch the bleeding, her

sobs. "Why did

to listen to

You're bleeding!" Irwin turned, his small

Dad

up to

as he could.