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.

voice was icy. "Wait for me in the

nodded, and walked out with his head

after him, but Stewart grabbed her

I told you-Irwin is

fingers dug in, and Rosita sobbed, pleading, "He's my son!

turned cold as steel. "You killed my

me..."

day, but I didn't do anything! She fell on her own

I only wanted to

grip tightened, making her wince. "You never change,

shove, Stewart

out as she lost her balance and crashed to the

her wrist split open, blood seeping through the bandages and staining her

"Mom!"

back in, dropping to his knees beside her. His face blanched at the

"Mom, you're bleeding!"

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

by sobs.

You need to listen to your dad. I'll

You're bleeding!"

Dad hurt

up

as he could. "Dad,