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.

was icy. "Wait

walked out with

Stewart grabbed her arm in a tight, punishing

I told you-Irwin is

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

cold as steel. "You killed my son. Who's the

me..." Rosita shook

that day, but I didn't

the baby. I only wanted to ask her

now!" Stewart's grip tightened, making her wince. "You never

forceful shove, Stewart flung Rosita

lost her balance and crashed to

split open, blood seeping through the bandages

"Mom!"

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

"Mom, you're bleeding!"

all right..." Rosita tried to stanch the bleeding,

sobs.

to listen to your dad. I'll be fine,

can you be fine? You're bleeding!" Irwin turned, his

Dad

up to Stewart,

as he could. "Dad, no