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

Adrian

time for breakfast,” she

woke up so early today.” Adrian rubbed his eyes and looked at his mother, surprised. “Usually, I have to wake you up when you’re going to work.

your imagination

I have to get up early. Otherwise, how would

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

up too early.

Darling. But don’t wake up so early next time,” Adrian said as

was still time left before work. Stella played with

RK had

had

he told Aden last night? Why had he kissed Stella? Why had all those trivial,

to go into the office

he noticed that the messaging app was still open. And there it was, staring back at him:

haven’t forgotten you all these years. There’s a reason for what happened back then. When the