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

nodded, and walked out

started after him, but Stewart grabbed her

you-Irwin is

my son! I nearly

Stewart's eyes turned cold as steel. "You killed my son. Who's the real

wasn't me..." Rosita shook

desperately. "Yes, I went to see Briony that day, but I didn't

wanted

tightened, making

shove,

lost her

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

"Mom!"

dropping to his knees beside her. His

"Mom, you're bleeding!"

Rosita tried to stanch the bleeding,

sobs. "Why did

You need to listen to your

be fine? You're bleeding!" Irwin turned, his small fists

Dad

up to

as he could. "Dad, no