Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 313:

Apart from himself, RK didn’t let anyone else know about this. The outside world had always thought that Alia was a part of his private life, but to be honest, it wasn’t.

The reason he deliberately concealed the fact was that he wanted everyone to think that Alia was his biological daughter and let her have a happy childhood with other children her age. Therefore, he didn’t say anything about it; no matter what the outside world said, he didn’t explain.

However, that day, he wanted to tell Stella about it.

To be honest, Stella was very surprised to hear the news. She had thought about all the possibilities, but she had never expected that Alia was not RK’s biological daughter.

“I found her and adopted her at the police station!” RK continued.

Not long after he and Stella divorced, he was in a very low mood. He often drove aimlessly on the road until one day he witnessed a car accident. A car crashed into a large truck carrying goods. His car was not far away.

He remained calm and called an ambulance. When the ambulance arrived, he helped with the rescue. He saw that the man in the driver’s seat was dead. The woman in the back had protected the baby in her arms with her life, and while the woman was dead, the baby was still alive.

police station to record his statement. He heard from the

hospital, he felt that the rest of his life was meaningless. It was better to adopt the child, and she was the

to the story, Stella couldn’t help but sigh. Fate was a joke. She had just experienced the feeling of walking through the gates of hell a while ago. It was hard to tell if she was alive

feel a little happy. My greatest joy every day is the time I spend with Alia. She is an unfortunate child, so I wanted to try my best to make up for the misfortune she suffered before. What I told myself was, ‘RK, Alia is the heir of

it is. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have asked you.” Stella

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to hide anything from Stella. He would tell only her about Alia. He didn’t know why, but he

in the hospital for a while. She and RK were at odds with each other. How could they sit together peacefully and chat now? Now, was it

that’s the case, RK, as an exchange, I will tell

“Well, go ahead!”

mother. Although I can’t remember what she looks like now, at that time,

only one who was with me. She told me stories before she went to bed. The comfort I got when I failed and got hurt was all from my mother. It seemed that my father never cared

didn’t forgive him. Later, before my mother could divorce my father, she fell ill. Before she died, she struggled to sign the divorce

bedroom. Later, I learned that the reason my father didn’t care about me and ignored me was