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.

maid marrying into a family in ancient times, used as a placeholder. And once the noble lady recovered, she was nothing but

How sad.

after six years, there was still a part of her that hadn’t fully let go. Perhaps if she

to face RK again. Knowing 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

in hand, she never thought of returning. X City no longer felt like her home. It was just a

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

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

realized her mother wasn’t coming back. Though she didn’t understand death

as a competent mother, at that moment, she realized how unprepared she truly was. Instead of

Alia than she was with Adrian. Despite RK’s flaws, when it came to Alia, he was kind, gentle, and always caring. Compared to him, she felt inadequate as a

was time to consider letting Adrian live with his father, where he might grow up happier and

good care of Adrian… so why did I insist on having him and

cemetery was still, offering no answers. Stella stroked the photograph 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

once I cut my hand with a 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 for it. I ate them every day for weeks because you