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

and walked

Stewart grabbed her arm

is no longer your

her arm where his fingers dug in, and Rosita sobbed, pleading, "He's my son! I nearly

Stewart's eyes turned cold as steel. "You killed

me..."

I went to see Briony that day, but I didn't do anything! She fell on

only wanted to ask her to

grip tightened, making her wince. "You never

a forceful shove, Stewart flung

her

wrist split open, blood seeping through the bandages

"Mom!"

knees beside her. His face blanched at

"Mom, you're bleeding!"

Rosita tried to stanch

by sobs.

in? You need to listen to your dad.

bleeding!" Irwin turned, his small fists

Dad hurt you

marched up to

tall as he