Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Aster had always been exclusively breastfed. With Stella out and the nanny at a loss, formula was the only option. But Aster was stubborn-if it wasn't his mother's milk, he wouldn't take a drop. He just lay there, mouth open, howling for all he was worth.

Stella rushed in, so frantic she hadn't even bothered to change her shoes. She strode over and scooped Aster from the nanny's arms. "It's okay, sweetheart, mommy's home now... shh, it's okay..."

Word of Stella's sudden disappearance had sent her father, Ableson, and her mother, Scarlett, hurrying over to help. But there wasn't much they could do. Their three-month-old grandson only wanted his mother. All they could do was stand there, helpless and anxious.

Now that Stella was finally back, Scarlett just couldn't hold her tongue any longer.

"Stella, honestly! You're a mother now, and you pull a stunt like running away from home? How could you just leave your baby? He's only three months old! Were you really willing to do that?"

Her son's wails mingled with Scarlett's scolding, filling the apartment with chaos.

Stella's nerves were shot. Clutching her crying baby, she marched straight into the master bedroom and slammed the door with enough force to shake the walls-a clear message to everyone outside.

Scarlett was taken aback for a moment, then her anger spiked. "Would you look at that! She's getting more unreasonable by the day. I swear, I never realized she could be so impossible!"

Ableson frowned. "Just let it go, Scarlett. She's a mother herself now. Stop treating her like a child-she needs her own space."

him. "Your daughter abandons her three-month-old and I'm the one in the wrong? Ableson, let me be blunt-

Ableson fell silent, exasperated.

in a low, soothing voice. "Mom, please don't be upset. This is my

for her daughter, but it only made her

now, that's what matters. She clearly doesn't want me around, so I won't

out a quiet sigh of relief. "Don't worry, Mom. I'll

and Stella

given birth, she and Scarlett were constantly

his wife and mother-in-law, trying to keep the peace until he was

Ableson and Scarlett had left,

sitting on the big bed, cradling

inside and closed the

Aster nursed, fat tears still clinging

Aster's forehead. He frowned,