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

pillow along the edge to keep him from rolling off before quietly

hands with a warm washcloth, then changed him

cherub-his chubby face soft and pink, nothing like the little terror who'd just threatened to bring the house

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

lie down beside him. Watching his innocent

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

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

a year old it's about time to wean bim anyway. The longer you wait, the harder it gets... I know

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

the bridge of his

came back, "Are you coming

have helped us so much these past years, looking after Aster. Why don't you take a few days and go on a little

always busy at the hospital, and I don't feel comfortable leaving Star to

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