Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 483

Her son's cries finally awakened Stella's maternal instincts.

She picked him up and walked over to the couch, cradling him gently. As she soothed her son, her voice trembled with tears. "Cedric, could you please leave?"

"Star..."

"Would you just go?" Stella kept her head down. "Please, I'm begging you."

Cedric looked at her, utterly helpless. He knew there was nothing else he could do right now.

"You haven't had dinner yet. Is there anything you want? I can make you something."

Stella stayed silent. With a sigh, Cedric opened the door and stepped out.

As soon as the door closed, Stella's tears fell again.

She wiped them away, frustrated by how easily she'd been crying these days. She hated this version of herself-so fragile, so quick to tears.

But then she looked down at her son, his tiny face warm and soft against her chest, and her heart melted all over again.

Half an hour later, Aster was sound asleep.

put him down in his crib when the

voice barely above a whisper. "Is he asleep, love?" Stella shot him a look and ignored him, holding their son as she stood up. Cedric tiptoed inside and gently closed the door

He came over and, with practiced hands, took

arms.

at all as Cedric tucked him into the crib, covering

word, Stella turned

much today; now her eyes were

just as the water started to run, the bathroom door

Stella saw Cedric's reflection in the mirror

years of marriage, they'd become so close that one look was enough to

wanted

raw, like a knot she couldn't undo, words

as if to hug her. Stella

to face him. "I know this isn't all your fault. I have my part

pounded with anxiety as he

everything we've been through these four years, have

"No. I haven't."

remember-you were the one who made the