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

nodded, and walked out

but Stewart grabbed her arm in

told you-Irwin is no longer your

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

eyes turned cold as steel. "You

wasn't me..."

"Yes, I went to see Briony that day, but

the baby. I only wanted to ask

now!" Stewart's grip tightened, making her wince. "You

shove,

as she lost her balance and crashed

her wrist split open, blood seeping through

"Mom!"

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

"Mom, you're bleeding!"

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

by sobs. "Why did

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

bleeding!" Irwin turned, his small fists

let Dad hurt

marched up

tall as he could.