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 breathe

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

tiny hands with a warm washcloth, then changed him into a

nothing like the little terror who'd just threatened to

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

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

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

Stewart and Briony sat on the couch as Cedric Clarke spoke

to wean bim anyway. The longer you wait, the harder it gets... I know you're worried about him, but honestly, kids adapt better than we think. Give it a couple of days, he'll be just fine... Please, don't call Star tonight, she's exhausted from taking

the other end. "Don't cover for her-she's my daughter. I know exactly what she's

pinched the bridge of his nose.

back, "Are

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.

can I relax?" Scarlett protested. "You're always busy at the hospital, and I don't feel comfortable leaving Star

parents would love nothing more than to come