Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 518

Briony listened quietly, her expression unreadable. She didn’t ask a single question.

She bent down and scooped little Mario into her arms, kissing his cheek. “Guess what, sweetheart? You get to stay with Mommy and Little Nina for lots of days. Excited?”

Little Mario nodded obediently. “Yeah, I’m excited.”

Briony stroked his hair. “So, would you rather play at home, or go with Little Nina to summer camp at her school?”

“With Little Nina,” he replied without hesitation.

“Alright. Tomorrow, Mommy will take you to meet Little Nina’s teacher. She loves music, so she signed up for music class. What about you? What do you like?”

Little Mario thought for a moment. “Legos!”

“Perfect. I’ll tell your teacher tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Mommy.”

“You’re such a good boy.” Briony smiled. “How about we just play at home today?”

He nodded. “Okay.”

Carol and Marlene carried the suitcases upstairs together.

Briony settled onto the living room sofa with little Mario beside her. She glanced at him and asked, “Did you bring any homework this time?”

Little Mario shook his head. “Daddy said I should take a break for a while.”

Briony watched her son, pausing for a moment before replying softly, “Alright. Mommy understands.”

…

Midnight.

Cedric Clarke’s car slipped quietly into Skybreeze Retreat.

He stepped out and tiptoed into the house, heading upstairs.

Stella was still awake, catching up on her favorite show.

Aster was fast asleep in his cradle.

Cedric opened the bedroom door and saw Stella still up. He crept over to the bed and leaned down to kiss her—

“Get off! You reek of disinfectant!”

But Cedric, always gentle, wanted to wait until six months before touching her.

At the last second, he stopped himself.

He held Stella close, his voice husky. “Star, just stay still. Let me hold you for a while.”

Stella’s cheeks burned; Cedric could be such a brute sometimes…

Images flashed through her mind—let’s call them “Aster’s origin story.”

Ever since her memories had returned, this was the first time she and Cedric had been so close. She felt shy and a little awkward.

She didn’t dare move anymore and simply let him hold her, quiet and content.

Curled together, the moment was soothing and warm—she had to admit, she really liked this kind of life.

But when she thought of Stewart, her feelings grew complicated.

“Cedric,” Stella looked up at him, “Is Stewart dying?”

Cedric paused, caught off guard.