"You should be grateful to me and be nice. Have you forgotten you had another choice back then when you left?" Stella said, her voice low and threatening.Elizabeth quickly glanced around to make sure no one else heard. "Shut up! No one will believe you even if you spill it!"Stella gave her a mocking look. "Don't worry, I have no plans to return to this family, so your secret is safe."Elizabeth seethed with anger as she watched Stella walk away, feeling dismissed and powerless.In the study, Sophie cautiously approached Charles, with Magda following silently. Charles' stern demeanor was intimidating, leaving Sophie hesitant to inquire about their summons."Tell me everything now," Charles demanded.Sophie and Magda exchanged nervous glances, both uncertain about what Charles was referring to."Why did you tell me that Stella took the papers after she signed them?" Charles asked, his voice low but tinged with anger.Sophie's heart raced, panic rising within her. She glanced at
Sophie and Magda exchanged glances, both thinking the same thing: if Stella remained in the house with Ramon, she would surely use the situation to reconnect with Charles. Sophie felt sorry for Elizabeth already, knowing she would be hurt again.Charles was the first to exit the study, leaving them behind. In the living room, he found Elizabeth waiting."Honey!" Elizabeth exclaimed, rising from the couch as soon as she spotted Charles."What are you doing here?"Elizabeth felt hurt by his question. "I heard that Grandpa Ramon wasn't feeling well and—""You shouldn't be here, especially because it might upset him more."Elizabeth couldn't hide the pain on her face. She looked at Charles with tears in her eyes. She felt like a parasite, unwelcome and burdensome. "Charles, if I had known your grandfather would dislike me even more, I would never have agreed to let you marry Stella."Charles shut his eyes tightly as a headache started. He felt sorry for Elizabeth, but that was all.
"Don't worry, I'll return the ring to Grandpa Ramon. I forgot he was the one who gave it to me," said Stella.Charles started to speak but hesitated, his pride getting the better of him.Stella added, "Maybe you're waiting for the ring to propose to Elizabeth.""I can marry her without that ring!"Stella noticed the intensity in his voice and the tension in his clenched jaw. She wondered why he was so upset."Okay, so I don't need to feel guilty if you're not married yet. You can take the jewelry if you don't want it to end up with Marimar. But let her keep the clothes, bags, and shoes."Charles felt more frustrated as Stella seemed to diminish the importance of these items, signaling that nothing linked to him mattered to her anymore."If you're set, I'll go get the ring from the room." Without waiting for his reply, she headed toward her old room."Fuck!" Charles kicked the wall in frustration, unable to accept that he didn't matter to Stella anymore.Driven by anger, he fol
Stella wiped her lips in disgust after breaking away from Charles. She wanted to lash out at him, but her phone rang suddenly. Seeing the caller, she answered immediately, ignoring Charles standing in front of her."Mommy, I'm going to sleep now," Zion said sweetly.Stella smiled at Zion's voice, her anger fading. "Yes, baby. I'm sorry I couldn't call earlier. Have you eaten?"Charles clenched his fists, seeing the happiness on Stella's face as she spoke. That tone used to be reserved for him. Now, it was clear she genuinely loved the person she was talking to."Yes, Mommy. I miss you!"Stella's smile widened at Zion's sweet words. If he were in front of her, she would smother his cheeks with kisses. "I miss you too, baby!"Charles' expression grew even darker. It seemed Stella had forgotten he was still there. Without a word, he left the room, reminding himself that she was no longer his wife.Stella noticed the door left ajar as Charles walked out."Mommy, are you with Daddy?
"Here's your coffee, honey," Elizabeth said, smiling as she set the cup in front of Charles. She had made it for him despite his refusal.Charles rubbed his temples, keeping his head down, feeling the strain of sleeplessness."Drink up while it's hot," she urged gently once more."He should be drinking fresh milk," Stella chimed in.Charles frowned and glanced up at the sound of her voice.Stella smiled at them, then walked over to the refrigerator. She was glad to see the milk she used to buy, realizing Charles must have ordered it online. He had started drinking milk only because she had insisted when they moved into this house.Elizabeth turned to Stella, annoyed. "Charles doesn't drink milk."Ignoring her, Stella grabbed some fresh milk, poured it into a glass, and walked over to Charles. "Looks like your insomnia's back; don't forget to drink this."Elizabeth marched over to Stella, furious, intending to snatch the glass of milk away. To her surprise, Charles took it and d
"Grandpa Ramon, it's time for bed. I'll go check on Charles, then head to my room," Stella said.Ramon smiled, closed his eyes, and thanked Stella. He drifted off to sleep, hopeful that tomorrow would bring good results from his efforts.After ensuring Ramon was asleep, Stella slipped out of the room quietly. Outside, Alex awaited her with the things she needed."Mr. McWell Sr. is looking for you," Alex said respectfully."I'll give him a call," Stella replied, taking a small bag from Alex.Alex bowed and departed. One good thing about the family he worked for was that they never pressured him to discuss their personal matters.From the terrace, Charles gripped his wine glass tighter as he watched Stella talking to the man he had suspected was the cause of their separation. But his brow furrowed when he saw the man bow respectfully to Stella.It appeared he had been mistaken; the man was merely one of her employees. Charles grew even more curious about who Stella had married and
"Did you really love me?" Charles' words slurred from alcohol."What's the point of answering that question?" Stella replied, annoyed by his constant questions and accusations."You're mine, right?" Charles staggered toward her.Stella sighed and, instead of avoiding him, she steadied him before he could stumble. She knew he wouldn't harm her like this. She couldn't bring herself to push him out of the room, especially with Ramon possibly worrying if he found out Charles hadn't slept yet."Shh... Stella..." Charles mumbled."Damn!" she cursed as Charles' face fell against her chest, nearly causing her to stumble."Stella... why are you doing this to me?" he moaned."What the hell, Charles? You know you can't handle yourself when you're drunk, yet you drank so much?" she scolded, struggling to guide him toward the bed.She managed to drop him onto the bed, ending up on top of him.But even in his drunken state, he wouldn't release her."Charles, let go and go to sleep!""Uhmm
Stella quickly got out of bed before foolish thoughts could take over her mind. She went straight to the bathroom and took a shower. Before she could finish, someone knocked on the door."Open the door, now!" Elizabeth demanded, pounding on the door."Liz, calm down and lower your voice." Sophie tried to restrain Elizabeth, worried that Ramon would hear.Elizabeth stomped her foot, clearly annoyed. She was there because Charles wasn't in his room. She had even woken Sophie up so they could confront Stella together.Stella stepped out of the bathroom just as Charles woke up. He looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What are you doing in my room?"She rolled her eyes at Charles' question. It seemed his mind was still foggy, and he didn't remember what he did last night. "Next time, don't drink so much that you end up in the wrong room. Get up and open the door for your girlfriend before Grandpa hears her."Charles held his head as it throbbed. When he looked around, he realized