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.

He heard from the police officer

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

Fate was a joke. She had just experienced the feeling of walking through the gates of hell a while ago. It was hard

happy. My greatest joy every day is the time I spend with Alia. She is an unfortunate child, so I

so that’s how it is. If I had known earlier, I

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you don’t ask me, I would have still told you.” RK smiled. He didn’t want to hide anything from Stella. He would tell only her about Alia. He didn’t know why, but he seemed to have endless trust in her, as if

felt that her IQ had dropped after staying in the hospital for a while. She and RK were at odds with each other. How

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

“Well, go ahead!”

remember

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 about my growth. Later, my mother quarreled with my father, and then she wanted to

could divorce my father, she fell ill. Before

bedroom. Later, I learned that the reason my father didn’t care about me and ignored me was that he gave his love to a daughter named Sophia. It turned out that he already had a daughter with