Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 281:

Damn it! He was on a business trip just when she was ready to confront him. He had gone too far this time.

Stella was enveloped in an angry aura all day, making her colleagues tremble with fear. They didn’t know what had happened but kept their distance.

After work, Stella rushed to the hospital to visit Adrian, who immediately asked her where “Bad Uncle” had gone.

“Your bad uncle was sold to South Africa by human traffickers to become a bride,” Stella replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Oh? What’s a child bride?” Adrian asked curiously.

“Er… A child bride is… well, in the old days, she was a girl bought to be the wife of a rich man’s son…” Stella struggled to explain, realizing how unusual her son’s questions were.

“Oh, so a wife can be bought? Did bad uncle buy you back then, Darling?” Adrian’s innocent question left Stella speechless.

In a way, his analogy wasn’t far off.

ancient times, used as a

How sad.

fulfilled after six years, there was still a part of her that hadn’t fully let go. Perhaps if she had never returned, she would have lived the rest of her

his character, it was impossible for him not to find out the truth when he saw Adrian. Yet, she still tried to hide it. In the end, their encounters always ended

left with her suitcase in hand, she never thought of returning. X City

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some time off. Instead of heading to the hospital, she went

asking when her mother would come back. At first, her father, David, had been patient, but eventually,

her mother wasn’t coming back. Though she didn’t understand death fully, she had felt a deep sense of despair,

when she almost lost Adrian. She had been terrified, and though she had always thought of herself as a competent mother, at that moment, she realized how unprepared

fun of RK, but in truth, he was far more patient with Alia than she was with Adrian. Despite RK’s flaws, when it came to

as RK was. Perhaps it was time to consider letting Adrian live with his father,

silent cemetery. “I couldn’t take good care of Adrian… so why did I insist on

her mother’s tombstone, gazing into the familiar eyes that once looked at her with love and care. Memories flooded back—happy moments when her family had been whole, and her mother had always been there for

knife,” Stella began softly. “I cried and cried, and you bandaged it up. I thought I was going to lose all my blood. You told me I needed to eat more vegetables to make up