Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 480

“It’s no use trying to comfort me!” Stella wailed, dissolving into tears. “Every time I think about losing my memory—and my dignity—I just can’t take it! I close my eyes and all I see is Aster bawling for milk. I feel like my life is over. I have no freedom anymore, none…”

Briony glanced at James.

He caught her meaning instantly, slipped out of the room, and pulled out his phone to call Cedric Clarke.

…

Upstairs, Briony led Stella into a guest room and spent a long time soothing her. Only after a while did Stella finally begin to calm down.

“Here, put this on, or your eyes will swell up.” Briony handed her a warm washcloth.

Stella sat on the edge of the bed, took the cloth, and pressed it gently over her eyes.

Briony sat down beside her, watching her quietly for a moment before asking in a gentle voice, “When did your memory come back?”

“I’ve been dreaming about our old days a lot lately. Then last night, Cedric and I had another fight. I couldn’t sleep all night. When I got up this morning, I was so dizzy I tripped, hit my head, and suddenly everything came back.”

“You hit your head?” Briony frowned, concern tightening her face. “Did you see a doctor?”

“No, it was just the back of my head. It’s nothing.”

“Still, you need to be careful. You know your head’s been through enough already.” Briony’s tone was serious. “When Cedric gets here, he and I will take you to get checked out, just in case.”

“Cedric’s coming here?” Stella yanked the cloth away from her eyes, scowling. “Don’t let him in! I don’t want to see him right now!”

“Star, you’re married. If there’s a problem, you two need to talk it out.”

Stella snorted. “You know exactly how we ended up married!”

“Even if you lost your memory, feelings for someone don’t just disappear overnight. You’ve regained your old memories, but you still remember the last four years, don’t you?”

In the hall, James shot Cedric a sympathetic look. “Dr. Clarke, you know, if a woman hits a man, that’s technically domestic violence. Not sure if social services care about stuff like this, though.”

Cedric said nothing.

Inside, Briony stood, picked up the discarded washcloth, and opened the door.

Cedric was standing outside, looking tense. He met Briony’s gaze. “Did Star get her memory back?”

Briony nodded. “Yes.”

Cedric’s face went rigid.

Briony sighed softly. “She’s not herself right now. Give her some space to calm down. Let’s go downstairs and talk.”

Cedric glanced past her at Stella, who was sitting on the bed with her back to the door, then nodded. “Alright.”