Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stella felt a wave of hurt and confusion crashing over her.

Was she really such a failure?

Had she truly done something wrong?

In her arms, little Aster had cried himself hoarse-now, even as he drifted off, his mouth was still searching for his mother's comforting touch.

Seeing her chance, Stella gently popped the pacifier into his mouth.

The exhausted, hungry little guy latched on and started sucking with determined gusto.

Stella blinked in disbelief, then broke into a smile.

It worked!

For the first time, Aster was actually willing to take the formula.

He must have been truly drained. Two hundred milliliters of formula disappeared in a single go, and when he finished, he let out a satisfied burp, smacked his lips, and soon fell into a deep, contented sleep.

Stella could

tucked him into bed, placing a pillow along the edge to keep him from rolling

hands with a warm washcloth, then changed him into a

a cherub-his chubby face soft and pink, nothing like the little terror who'd

gazed at him, her heart melting. She bent down and pressed

she'd had her fill did she lie down beside him. Watching his innocent face, she finally closed her

mind was a whirlwind of emotion-relief, exhaustion, and

couch as Cedric Clarke spoke quietly into

harder it gets... I know you're worried about him, but honestly, kids adapt better than we think. Give it a couple of

sighed on the other end. "Don't cover for her-she's

of his nose. "She's doing well,

back, "Are you coming home tonight,

plenty of space, and Aster's asleep-it's better not to drag him out." He paused, then added, "Mom, you and Dad have helped us so much these past years, looking after Aster. Why don't you take a few days and

relax?" Scarlett protested. "You're always busy at the hospital, and I don't feel comfortable leaving Star to take care of the baby all by

here—and if it's too much, my parents would love nothing more than to come stay for a few days. They're always asking to