Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 287:

The surrounding air seemed frozen. Stella slowly walked out of the courthouse, her steps heavy. Someone called out to her from behind, but she couldn’t hear it, nor did she want to. She didn’t have the strength to look back. She disappeared down the road, walking alone.

That afternoon, RK took Adrian back to the Kingston family home. Stella stood at the door, staring into the empty room. Adrian’s favorite toys, his cherished pillow, the dishes, and spoons he always used were all taken away. His room was left with just an empty bed and a desk—nothing else.

Earlier, when she had gone to see Adrian at kindergarten, he had cried. He clung to her clothes, sobbing, saying he didn’t want to leave her. She cried too, holding him as if he were her lifeline, promising they wouldn’t be separated. Yet that very afternoon, they had to part ways.

That evening, Stella took a bag of assorted bottles of wine and went up to the rooftop. She recalled how Adrian had often boasted about his dreams of becoming an astronomer.

He’d point to the stars in the sky and say he would discover a new one and name it after her, “Darling.” She had always teased him, calling it bragging, but deep down, she believed in his potential. He would grow up to be brilliant—of that, she was sure.

But she wouldn’t be there to witness it. She wouldn’t see him grow into the exceptional person she knew he would become. Now, she would only get two brief visits with him each week. The thought of it broke her heart. She grabbed a bottle of wine and began drinking, as if it were water.

Stella became completely drunk. She had forgotten what she wanted to do, what she needed to do. Staggering to her feet, she looked down from the rooftop. It was quiet below, with no one around and no lights in sight.

remembered the bottle slipping from her hand as she tried to catch it. Then she fell, feeling as though

knew the full story. How could she, with Adrian still in her life, be

called an ambulance just in time. Fortunately, the neighbor recognized her and used Stella’s phone to call RK. His number was the most dialed contact on her phone, so it made sense that

RK’s voice was groggy, hoarse from

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this Mr. Kingston? I’m Stella’s neighbor. She’s… She tried to end her life. Please come to the hospital in the city

looked at his phone to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, then quickly got dressed

and all he could do was wait outside. He couldn’t understand—why

wildly, and he felt utterly helpless, unable to sit still. He waited anxiously, as if his entire ability to function had

his feet, his legs numb, but he rushed

how is she?” he asked, his

it may leave a scar.