Love at the Next Stop

Chapter 1 You’re Alone, Handsome?

Stella Johansson had received plenty of such WhatsApp messages; in the chat was the photo of a naked couple sprawled on a huge hotel bed without any shame or embarrassment. The man in the photo was her husband—Zane Levitt—who’d never touched her in the half a year they’d been married yet had fooled around outside with several mistresses. ‘Miss Johansson, Zane asked me to send this message to you. He says that he’s not coming home tonight since he loves having me accompany him.’

Stella’s expression remained indifferent. Is she attempting to piss me off by doing this? ‘Tell Zane Levitt to remember putting on a condom before having sex. I’ll be disgusted if he contracts AIDS from going from one woman to another every night.’ Hah! I can even imagine how furious the woman will be upon receiving this message. Zane Levitt might be a gem to others, but in my eyes, he’s merely a breathing male creature. When I think about having to live with him, I simply feel like throwing up!

After sending the message, the slamming of a door fortuitously sounded outside, and she could hear her mother-in-law berating her. “Why are you lounging about in the bedroom again? I just asked you to cook, yet it’s as though it’s the most difficult thing in the world! Are you going against me? You’ve been married for half a year, but there’s no news of a child. I’m providing you with food and shelter, so even a chicken should be laying eggs now, no? Or did you think you’re a queen? You can’t produce a child, and now, you don’t even want to cook? Are you trying to starve me to death?”

With a swish, Stella swung open the bedroom door and stared at Lizbeth Knox expressionlessly.

up several steps, the fury on her face instantly dissolving like a balloon that had been deflated. As she walked

fault, huh? Is your son a saint? Can I have

the colorful neon lights. In the past year I’ve been married, I’ve been living

that he was wearing a fitting suit, his figure solid. A mysterious aura emanated from him. Tottering on her feet, Stella made her way

a bar, finding them filthy. Just when he reached out to push Stella away, the headlights of a car flashed, and he caught a clear glimpse of her countenance. Her features were exceptionally beautiful when she was intoxicated, with alluring lips, silky hair, and sultry eyes. Hmm? It’s her again? A roguish smile manifested on his face, and he reached out to wrap an arm around her waist. “Of

of fear crept into Stella, but when she recalled the repulsive photos and videos in her cell phone, she gritted her teeth and leaned against the man’s shoulder. “In that case, would you like to

face. Kissing the corner of her eye, Miles asked softly, “Do you