Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"It's no use trying to comfort me!" Stella wailed, dissolving into tears. "Every time I think about losing my memory-and my dignity—I just can't take it! I close my eyes and all I see is Aster bawling for milk. I feel like my life is over. I have no freedom anymore, none..."

Briony glanced at James.

He caught her meaning instantly, slipped out of the room, and pulled out his phone to call Cedric Clarke.

Upstairs, Briony led Stella into a guest room and spent a long time soothing her.

Only after a while did Stella finally begin to calm down.

"Here, put this on, or your eyes will swell up." Briony handed her a warm washcloth.

Stella sat on the edge of the bed, took the cloth, and pressed it gently over her eyes.

Briony sat down beside her, watching her quietly for a moment before asking in a gentle voice, "When did your memory come back?"

"I've been dreaming about our old days a lot lately. Then last night, Cedric and I had another fight. I couldn't sleep all night. When I got up this morning, I was so dizzy I tripped, hit my head, and suddenly everything came back."

"You hit your head?" Briony frowned, concern tightening her face. "Did you see a doctor?"

back of my head. It's

careful. You know your head's been through enough already." Briony's tone was serious. "When Cedric

coming here?" Stella yanked the cloth away from her eyes, scowling. "Don't let him in! I

you're married. If there's a problem, you

exactly how we ended up

if you lost your memory, feelings for

but you still remember

took her hand. "Star,

struggling to adjust right

Cedric over these years-thatwas real.

come home. I'm sick of hearing my mother's voice in my head, always telling me, 'Do this for the sake of your child.' I hate living like this! It's like, the

Stella,

of it was

of it was postpartum

of depression-she'd been there herself

moment, someone

"Star,