There was no need for her to love someone who did not care about her. Stella Grace made up her mind. She stood up and walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and tapped the sink with her finger. "Stella, don't be sad. Everyone has the right to choose. He doesn't love you. You can't control it. A forced love will only end in tragedy. Only you know your own pain. However, as long as you don't love him, you won't get hurt or feel wronged. Whoever he loves has nothing to do with you. You just need to know this, no one in the world will love you. You are the only one who loves yourself. Don't commit suicide, don't be desperate, don't hurt others, and don't hurt yourself." She withdrew her hand. The silence was deafening. Her eyes dimmed. Okay, she failed to hypnotize herself. She still felt the pain in her heart, the sadness twisting inside her like a knife. She couldn't believe she actually tried hypnotizing herself. Hypnosis
"I did not study psychology, but I think that if a man has already made up his mind to cheat on you, you should just let him go. You will eventually find someone who will treat you wholeheartedly. The key is that you must be willing to give up," the man said. "Thank you, I have another phone call coming in. I'll hang up now." Stella hung up and looked at Jasper Milton's caller ID, but did not answer. When people were impulsive, angry, wronged, or vexed, it was best to calm down for five minutes first. If sharp words were said, it would only hurt the other party. It might not necessarily be a good thing for you if the other party was hurt. Especially when they were your relatives, friends, colleagues, boss, or lover. Jasper called again, and Stella answered. "Where are you?" Jasper asked in a tired voice. If he had used up all his energy on another woman, what was the point of getting mad at him?! If she lost her temper, he would only think that
"What's wrong?" Stella Grace squinted at him. Jasper Milton masked his emotions perfectly, his expression was indifferent and there was not a hint on his face that anything was wrong. He hugged another woman yesterday and stayed with her late into the night. Shouldn't he feel just a little guilty or uneasy around her? Or maybe he thought of himself as a king, who was above all others. Whatever love he gave to women was considered charity, so what did he have to feel guilty about? She didn't know him nor could she understand him. She just couldn't see through him. He never wanted her in his life. He had never shed tears for her, even when she almost died. Yet he shed tears of excitement for that other girl, and even left a mark on her face with his lips. Whatever, just forget about it! "It's nothing. Things have happened recently and I'm in a bad mood. I hope it doesn't affect you," Stella said with a smile. Jasper frowned. "Must you
Jasper Milton was shocked. "I forced myself on you? We have a child?" "The child is dead," Stella Grace said coldly. "You..." Jasper felt like he had been struck by lightning. He took some time to recover from the shock. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Did you tell me Bettany was still alive? You accompanied Bettany until midnight. Did you tell me that? You accompanied her to the hospital. Did you tell me that?" She suddenly felt drained, her rant had taken a lot out from her. They had already separated, yet they were still trying hard to trample on each other. It was the most childish thing they could do. It was toxic behavior. Stella calmed down and said, "It doesn't matter now. I've annulled our marriage at the Civil Affairs Bureau. I've torn up our marriage certificates. There's nothing between us anymore. Go take care of her." "What did you say?" Jasper's heart tightened. For the first time, he lost control. He gripped her arm tightly as if he was tr
When Jasper Milton returned to the guest room, Stella Grace had already taken a shower and changed into a white dress. "Where are you injured? Can you take a bath? The wound might get infected," Jasper said worriedly. She didn't want to answer him. "Let's push the meeting to tomorrow. You have something to do today, and I don't have the energy for the meeting. I'll rest for tonight, I'll be fine then," she said weakly. "We'll talk about it after a good rest. There's no need to rush the meeting. What should I do with these medicines?" Jasper asked. She rolled her eyes. "I've done the drip for today. That is for tomorrow. You should leave. I'll sleep after I take the medicine." Jasper went out and poured a glass of water. Stella had already put all the medicine she needed in her palm. She took the glass he handed to her and washed the pills down with a big mouthful of water. After that, she closed her eyes and fell asleep. Jasper sat on the
No wonder she went to the Second People's Hospital. "Have you seen enough?" Stella Grace said coldly. She pulled down her skirt, sat up, and looked at Jasper coldly. "Don't you think it's rude to reveal my scars without my permission?" "How did you get hurt?" Jasper Milton asked worriedly. Stella got up from the bed without looking at him. "You should not be worrying about me. I have nothing to do with you anymore." He stood behind her and said, "We agreed to get married together. Shouldn't we discuss our divorce too?" "We had already agreed before we got married. You cannot object if I want to get a divorce. This is in line with your promise." She took the diamond ring from her finger and returned it to him. He took the ring and threw it out the window. He was cold yet his eyes were red. "I won't agree to the divorce," he said determinedly. "It's done." Stella replied cruelly. Jasper held her arm. "I have to take care of Bettany. S
Stella stared at Jasper, her eyes deep and distant. She lowered her head and ate. "What's the matter?" he asked in confusion. "When the child was born, I was not able to see him clearly, so I'm not sure who he looked like. But he had really fair skin, his eyelashes were long, and his mouth was small. He had double eyelids too." Stella finally smiled when she talked about the child. He stared at her. "How did the child die?" "I don't know. When I gave birth to him, he was taken away by a group of people. I don't know who they were, and I couldn't find out either. I have been looking for him for more than five years. I've hit a dead end. But if he is still alive, he should be five years old," Stella said sadly. There was hope in Jasper's eyes. "So, you're not sure whether he's dead or not?" Stella stopped talking, lowered her head, and kept eating. "Could it be that your ex-husband did it?" Jasper guessed. "That's impossible. He did
Stella Grace opened her eyes. She saw a luxurious chandelier above her, reflecting the sunshine. It was already dawn. She was much calmer than last night. When one had too much melatonin in his body, it would make him feel annoyed, moody, depressed, and stubborn. She must have had a lot of serotonin in her body last night, which would explain her impulsivity and anger. Fortunately, the symptoms disappeared once the serotonin in her body metabolized. A good night's sleep was all she needed to recover. Stella sat up on the bed. Her wound had been bandaged while she was unconscious. Stella got out of bed and opened the door. Frederick Addington sat in front of a computer. When he saw her coming out, he immediately stood up and explained, "You fainted yesterday and your fever was 41 degrees. You'd better have a rest. I'll send someone to look after you." "Thank you, but there's no need for that. I feel much better now," Stella re