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

along the edge to keep him from rolling off before quietly slipping into

and tiny hands with a warm washcloth, then

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

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

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

was a whirlwind of emotion-relief, exhaustion, and a lingering ache that

room, Stewart and Briony sat on the couch as Cedric Clarke spoke quietly

out of frustrationnet and besides, Aster's nearly a year old it's about time to wean bim anyway. The longer you wait, the harder it gets... I know you're

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

pinched the bridge of his nose. "She's

came back, "Are you coming home tonight,

much these past years, looking after Aster. Why don't you take a few days and go on a little vacation together? Pick a city you'd like to visit,

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

it's too much, my parents would love nothing more than to come stay