Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 280:

Stella sat in silence for a while, realizing how late it was. She headed to the bathroom for a quick shower and blow-dried her hair. When she finally returned to her bedroom, it was already very late.

Although she lay down in bed, her mind was a tangled mess. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t fall asleep. The memory of RK kissing her kept replaying in her mind.

That infuriating RK. Why did he have to come back and disturb her peaceful life? She just wanted stability, but he was like an annoying fly, constantly hovering around and reopening old wounds again and again.

She hated him, yet no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t forget him.

Just as she was struggling with her emotions, her phone buzzed. A message had come in. Stella opened it, and after reading it, she found herself even more restless. Sleep became impossible.

What did he mean by that message? What did he mean by saying he would explain things later? Did he think a simple explanation would make her forgive everything? Could he really believe that his actions had a valid reason, that all the harm he caused would be excused because of some explanation?

How ridiculous. He thought everything from the past could just be smoothed over and forgotten because of a so-called “reason”? What a joke.

There was no way she could ever forgive him. Not in this lifetime.

entire night. When the sky finally started to brighten, she felt groggy and disoriented. She got up and noticed it was still early. Deciding to be

hospital, Adrian was still

time for breakfast,” she whispered

looked at his mother, surprised. “Usually, I have to wake you up when you’re

your imagination

how would I bring you food?” Stella smiled, though

you have a bad dream? You don’t look well,” Adrian asked,

maybe I just woke up too early.

wake up so early next time,” Adrian

left before work. Stella played with Adrian for a

had just

everything he had said and done while drunk. As soon as he woke up that morning, RK’s mind was flooded with

told Aden last night? Why had he kissed Stella? Why had all those trivial, long-forgotten memories come rushing back? What had he been thinking, spouting such stupid

decided not to go into the

messaging app was still open. And there it was, staring back at him: a message he had sent the night

these years. There’s a reason for what happened back then. When the time is right, I’ll