Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 258:

Stella deeply loved Adrian, and he relied on her just as much. Adrian was like a piece of driftwood she had found in a vast sea—she clung to him tightly because he was her anchor. If she let go, she felt like she would drown.

When RK returned to the Kingston family home, he felt that life had been particularly difficult in the past few days. Stella’s return had brought him nothing but trouble—so much trouble that even he couldn’t fix it.

For the first time, he felt helpless. It seemed that, in the face of fate, everyone was insignificant. Yet, despite all this, his once cold, lifeless heart seemed to be beating again, albeit slowly.

Was this a revival? Or was it more appropriate to say that he had come back from the dead?

He didn’t know. But this strange new feeling made him realize that maybe his life wasn’t as unbearable as he thought.

Later that evening, as he was about to go to bed, he heard a knock at the door. When he opened it, Sophia, smelling strongly of alcohol, stumbled into his arms. RK grimaced but helped her to the sofa.

“How much did you drink?” RK asked, frowning as he set her down.

“Rene, you know what? I had a dream last night,” Sophia said, slurring her words. “I dreamed that you and Stella got married again… You had such a happy family, the four of you…”

“What’s wrong with you, Sophia? You get drunk and come here?” RK asked, irritation flashing across his face. He knew she had come to question him about Stella again, and his anger began to rise.

the sofa, her eyes closed as tears began to stream down

feeling strangely patient for the first time. “You used to be gentle and kind, but now? Do you think I don’t see what’s

Stella instead,” Sophia sobbed, her makeup smudging with her tears, making her look like a

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with a wry smile. This was the first real conversation they’d had since his divorce from Stella. “To be honest, I

“I knew it…

night sky. “I don’t like being lied to.

harder, unable to refute

marry

at RK,

happy marriage,” RK continued, his voice cold and detached. “It will be a cold, empty household. Adrian and Alia will be the only ones who stay here.

in name only—just for the title of Mrs. Kingston. He would never love her or give her the family she longed for. She would

RK asked, his

her tears, unable to respond. She cried

always been cruel and straightforward with others. He had a way of telling the most brutal

had never feared losing him. RK’s cold, unyielding demeanor hadn’t

did RK. The only difference now was that his feelings for her had changed, and there was no way to reverse

now, he would marry her for the sake of Alia and Adrian. Yet it was a marriage that would hold no meaning.