Chapter 60
Stella Valentine's fingers clenched the hem of her shirt through the thin wall.
Lily Savigny and Sophia Durand's voices carried clearly, each word stabbing into her heart like a knife.
Her phone screen lit up.
[Did you hear?] Mr. Alistair's text arrived right on time.
Her fingers trembled as she replied: [I heard.]
[Do you hate them?]
[With every fiber of my being!]
[Want revenge?]
She bit her lip until it bled, the metallic taste spreading: [Yes!]
[Be my woman. Bear my child. I'll make them pay.]
......
"Miss, would you like to order?" The waiter followed her to the doorway.
Stella didn't hear him. Her mind reeled from that text.
Who was Mr. Alistair?
He was like a bottomless whirlpool—calm on the surface, but hiding dangerous undercurrents.
As for the child...
Probably because she resembled the woman he loved.
Her phone rang abruptly.
"Yes?"
"Stella, where are you?" Adrian Roland's voice was glacial.
"You changed your number?"
"Why did you block me?"
She laughed coldly. "I'm waiting for the divorce."
"In such a hurry?"
"Just like you couldn't wait to marry Lily six years ago." She enunciated each word. "Free this afternoon? Let's finalize it."
Silence stretched on the other end.
"Where did you get three million?"
"I earned it."
"Three million in half a month?" Adrian scoffed. "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"You're just narrow-minded." Her grip tightened on the phone. "Lily waited six years for you. Hurry up and marry her."
"My life is none of your concern."
"I don't have time for this!"
"Then we won't divorce." Adrian said suddenly. "Return that money to your lover. Cut ties with him."
Stella nearly laughed in disbelief. "Have you lost your mind?"
"......"
"Adrian, don't contact me unless it's about the divorce."
She ended the call with force.
Adrian stared at the darkened screen, his knuckles whitening.
She dared hang up on him?
"Mr. Roland." Vincent Astor entered.
"Any updates?"
"The car your parents were in...may have been scrapped."
Adrian closed his eyes.
That accident changed everything.
His parents gone. The woman he loved turned out to be an accomplice...
He should hate her.
Yet when she appeared at the jewelry store with three million, jealousy nearly consumed him.
Found a new patron so quickly?
"Mr. Roland, about Martha's death—"
"I know."
Vincent hesitated. "The child...DNA tests confirm it's not yours."
Adrian shot to his feet. "What?"
"I ran three tests. Only the first—"
"Enough!"
So she'd betrayed him six years ago.
She fled to America after the accident because the bastard's father was there!
"Should we still retrieve the child?"
"No need." Adrian's eyes turned venomous. "Just some bastard."
......
Stella exhaled sharply after hanging up.
"Miss Valentine, heading home?" Driver Charlie asked respectfully.
"Yes."
"Mr. Alistair said—"
"I know." She cut him off. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't."
Her phone rang again.
"Stella!" Joy Fairsprene's excited voice chirped. "My friend opened a jewelry store! They need designers!"
Stella's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"But his standards are high. Go audition first!"