My Wife Feeds Her Ex My Milk

Woken up by the sound of our baby boy crying from hunger, I gently nudged my sleeping wife.

"It is time to feed the baby," I whispered.

Roxanne rolled over, her voice dripping with irritation. "My milk supply is low. Go mix him a bottle of formula."

I carried our son into the living room to soothe him, holding him in one arm while shaking the formula bottle with the other.

As little Leo gulped down the milk, a sudden realization hit me. Roxanne had not nursed him in weeks.

Yet just last nig