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

How sad.

part of her that hadn’t fully

come back, and now she had 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 ended in

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

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

young girl, she kept asking when her mother would come back. At

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

desperation had washed over her 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

far more patient with Alia than she was with Adrian. Despite

fit to raise Adrian as RK was. Perhaps it was time to

did I insist on having him and raising him on my own? He’s suffered so much with me… have I

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

I was going to lose all my blood. You told me