Love After Divorce by BELLA

Chapter 30:.

Adrian watched the retreat, feeling a wave of confusion. This guy looked really scary. What if he bechis

Darling's boyfriend or, worse, her stepfather?

That would not be good. He couldn't let his daughter stay with this scary guy. Why did he think he was such a

good guy, Adrian wondered, pouting with his small mouth.

When she turned around to go back to Stella's room to get her, she noticed that Tristan had forgotten his wallet

on the table.

“He left his wallet, and it’s full of a lot of money. He must be very rich if he can forget something like that,”

Adrian said. After that, he picked up the wallet and went back to his room. After looking around for a minute, he

finally put it away in his children’s closet.

That snight, a black SUV roared through the streets like a mad horse, zigzagging between cars.

Tristan’s mind was a whirlwind. Years before, when Stella had married RK, he had thought they might eventually

have a child because they had been together so long.

When Stella married RK, she had completely abandoned her world. But when he learned that they had divorced,

only he knew the emotions, loneliness and other feelings hidden deep in his heart that wanted to cout.

No one in the Richard family knew that Stella had a son. Tristan had always assumed that his marriage to RK was

a broken and loveless union.

But now he knew: things were not as simple as they seemed at first glance. The truth was... she and RK had a

five-year-old son. No wonder she had rejected him ...

Tristan could not comprehend the emotions stirring inside him. Without further ado, he drove through the streets

at full speed in the middle of the night. After a while, he arrived at the Richard family home.

As he got out of the car and walked toward the house, he bumped into RK, who was already leaving with Sophia.

They both stopped dead in their tracks, staring at each other. The moonlight fell on them and their shadows

lengthened into the night.

The tension between them filled the air like the smell of gunpowder. It seemed as if they were going to clash at

any moment.

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Sophia glanced at Tristan, who was blocking RK’s path, sensing no intention of backing away. She tugged

awkwardly at his sleeve. “Brother, you're back. RK was about to...”

It was the first tshe had seen her brother angry. He was stone-faced, colder than ever. Not even when she

and Isabella had harassed Stella in the past had he looked so furious.

RK raised his blue eyes and looked at him, “Mr. Davis, is there something you'd like to talk toabout?” When

he spoke, there was a hint of contempt and arrogance in his voice. He was always like that, wherever he went.

Tristan met her gaze with the sintensity. When he finally spoke, his voice was cold and warning. “Mr.

Kingston, in the future, after you marry my sister, | hope you will stay out of Stella's life because you have no

right to interfere.”

“What are you talking about?” Sophia tugged quickly on his arm, her eyes wide. “What's wrong with you, why

are you acting like this?”

She was worried; for one thing, RK was not a very good-natured person, especially now, in front of her.

One was her brother and the other her fiancé. She didn’t want either of them to fight. It wouldn't be good,

especially not for Stella.

RK narrowed his eyes and looked at Tristan. It seemed that no one could disturb his emotions. His eyes were still

calm. “Mr. Davis, | don’t like being told what to do, especially when it comes to my ex-wife.

That's betweenand her. You have no right to intervene.” The implication was clear: Stella and he were still

close.

After hearing her words, Tristan beceven angrier. Since Stella had married RK, he, Tristan Davis, had never

gotten used to it. However, after their divorce, he had turned a blind eye to RK. But now, even after the divorce,

RK still loved Stella? He couldn't accept that.

“Mr. Kingston, | think you have forgotten that you are engaged to my sister and about to marry her. In the future,

you have no right to talk about Stella. You had your chance and you lost it, not I.” His words were icy and firm.

Tristan had always been indifferent, not easily swayed by emotions. But when it cto Stella, everything was

different.

For years, when Stella wasn’t around, Sophia had thought Tristan had forgotten about her. He had always

seemed so distant. But now... it was clear that wasn’t true.

Sophia pulled her brother's arm and led him inside. “Brother, please cinside, why are you talking about

Stella in front of RK? We are getting married next month. If you keep talking like that, | don’t think | can marry

him...”

At the stime, after hearing the commotion outside, David and Isabella also cout quickly.

When they saw two men looking at each other with cold eyes and heard what they had just said inside the room,

they almost understood the situation.

Sophia turned to Isabella. “Mom, look what Brother is doing. Please talk to him. He keeps bringing up Stella in

front of RK and he gets angry.”

Inside the house, everyone in the Richard family had been interested in RK for a long time.

Now that he was here, of course, everyone wanted to know what RK thought of the Richard family. But as

anxious as David was, he couldn't say anything to Tristan since he wasn’t his son.

Isabella, for her part, looked at Tristan disapprovingly. “Tristan, look at what you've done. You're getting more

uncontrollable these years.

Your sister and RK are about to get married; why do you keep bringing up the subject of Stella in front of him?

For God's sake, they're divorced! If you keep this up, it will strain the relationship between our families.”

Tristan said nothing and went up to his room. Isabella followed him and took a step closer. “Tristan, | know you

don’t like RK very much, but Sophia likes him.

She's your sister and they’re getting married. You should think about her, shouldn't you? What's more, once the

marriage between the Richard and Kingston family is finalized, I'll make sure you two don’t have to cross paths.”

Isabella looked at her son and sighed. She knew all too well what Tristan and RK'’s relationship was like. When

Stella had married RK, Tristan had not been amused and had always been angry about the affair.

But what she hadn't expected was that after all these years, Tristan hadn't forgotten Stella at all.

In the past, Tristan had not been back in the country often, and Stella had been abroad, so it had been years

since they had seen each other. Isabella thought Tristan had moved on. But now that she looked at him, she

knew that wasn’t the case.

However, those feelings had been buried deep in her heart for many years.

She tried to comfort him. “Tristan, you should spend stthese days. I'll introduce you to slovely girls

soon. They're as lovely as Stella and from a good family, yes...”

“Mom, | don’t want to talk about this,” Tristan abruptly cut her off.

Isabella felt a twinge of discomfort at her son’s stubbornness. “Tristan, what do you mean you don’t want to talk

about it?

You're already thirty years old, when are you getting married? Don’t tellthat if Stella didn’t get married and

decided to stay single for the rest of her life, you're going to wait for her...”

“Son, why don’t you understand? Don’t be fooled by that girl. She doesn’t love you. You didn’t see her...” Before

she could finish, Tristan grabbed his car keys and stormed out of his room again, driving out of the Richard family

home.

He did not choften. A few years ago, he had already gotten his apartment in the city. Tonight, he had

only cback to take a look at Stella.

The next day, when Stella woke up, she realized that she was still wearing the sclothes as the day before.

Only then did she remember that Tristan had given her a ride home. She had fallen asleep in his car after getting

drunk.

“Honey, are you awake?” Adrian, who had already woken up and gone to the bathroom, peeked into Stella's

room and saw that she was awake.

Then he rushed in like a bullet, jumped into bed and snuggled under the comforter next to her. The smell of

childhood lingered in the air.

Stella hugged him and kissed her baby’s chubby cheeks several times. “You're awake... Did you sleep well

yesterday?”

Adrian found a comfortable place in her arms and shook his head slightly. “Honey, that guy who brought you

hlast night was really scary.

When he found out | was your son, he looked atlike he wanted to kill me. | was so scared that I'm going to

have nightmares tonight.”

Stella, who had been worried that Tristan had brought her home, suddenly becalert. “He brought me

home?”

Adrian nodded. “Yes, when he carried you in his arms. Then he helped you onto the bed, took off your shoes and

covered you with a blanket.

Then he turned off the light and left. | was almost fooled by his kind look...”. Adrian sounded like he was

complaining, trying to downgrade Tristan’s position in Stella's eyes.

But Stella's mind was racing. She had spent years hiding her son, not wanting anyone to know about him,

especially the Richard family. She was terrified that they would try to hurt him or, worse, tell them....

He had never imagined that, as soon as he returned, his son would beca weak spot and people would start

asking about him.

“By the way, honey, did you find out anything about that guy?” Adrian asked innocently, blinking at her. “He

didn’t like you because he found out you have me?”.

“What nonsense you're talking!” Stella pinched his little ear.

In France, Emily had often introduced sboyfriends to Stella, and Adrian had met them. But she knew that

after meeting them, they would lose interest in Darling. It was as if he was going to be a burden to her for the

rest of her life.

Adrian sighed like an adult, looked at her and said, “Honey, | think we’d better pick the guy who drives the black

Rolls-Royce. He sawand still sent you home, why don’t we let him be my stepfather?”.

He looked at her with full expectation, his two blue eyes staring unblinkingly at her.

In short, it was her biological father again. Stella couldn't understand why Adrian was always attracted to him.

Was it the attraction of their blood connection?

“Ding ding.” Just as mother and son were talking about stepfathers, the doorbell rang. Adrian jumped out of bed

and ran barefoot to the door to open it.

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