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.

could breathe

her son and tucked him into bed, placing a pillow along the edge

his rosy cheeks and tiny hands with a warm washcloth, then changed him

and pink, nothing like the little terror who'd just threatened to bring the house down with his

gazed at him, her heart melting. She bent down and pressed gentle kisses to his

she lie down beside him. Watching his innocent face, she finally closed her eyes and let

was a whirlwind of emotion-relief, exhaustion, and

on the couch as Cedric Clarke spoke quietly into the phone,

longer you wait, the harder it gets... I know you're

other end. "Don't cover for her-she's my

his

came back, "Are you coming home

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

can I 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

worry, Mom. Star has help here—and if it's too much, my parents would love nothing more than to come stay