Ch. 1..10

Chapter 1: Happy Divorce

Happy third anniversary, get home earlier, I've prepared a surprise for you, you would like it. After sending that message, Stella Radomil put down her phone and entered the kitchen once again. She turned down the flame of the stove and went to cut the vegetables, enjoying getting busy, as if the reply for the message that she would never get did not affect her mood at all.

The housemaid interrupted her and said, "Let me help you, missus."

It's alright, go mind your own thing. I want to make dinner for him tonight on my own. The housemaid looked envious and said. "You and Mr. Conrad really love each other." Stella let out a smile and did not reply. Did she and Clarence Conrad really love each other? Or should she say, they were just acting?

Clarence reached home at 7pm and the housemaid was sensible enough to leave. As soon as Stella just finished arranging the bowls and chopsticks, she could sense the man's warm breaths from behind. He chin was clamped and she was forcibly kissed on the lips. Feeling startled, she pushed him away.

Clarence put his hand around her waist and pinched her chin. He narrowed his dark eyes and said indifferently, "Didn't you want this by deliberately asking me to come back?" Stella explained softly, "No. Today's our third wedding anniversary. I really do have gifts to give you."

Clarence released her and tidied his slightly wrinkled shirt, saying blandly, "You don't have to give me any gifts. Your surprise never gives me joy but shock." The corner of Stella's lips twitched. She did not retort but turned around and entered the kitchen. The last dish was placed on the table shortly.

Stella sat opposite Clarence and poured red wine into his glass. She then poured for herself too. She took the glass and said, "To our third wedding anniversary, cheers." Clarence's facial features looked fabulous and mature under the light. He had mesmerizing jawline and straight nose. His slightly pursed thin lips implied that he was not satisfied of the wedding anniversary dinner which took place only between them.

Stella smiled. She did not expect him to reply her and she raised the wine glass, gulping down the red wine. After finished, she poured the second glass, one glass after the next. At last, she was slightly drunk. She lied on the table and looked at the man opposite her who had not shown any change in expression throughout. She drawled, "Clarence, just for today, can't you at least show me some smile?"

What do you want me to do? Acting crazy with you or celebrate this freaking boring anniversary with you?

How could it be boring? How many anniversaries would you have throughout your life? It could be no more anniversaries after this one.

As if she was telling a joke, Clarence sneered. "Would you make it happen?" Stella shook the wine left in the glass and there were some tears in her eyes after being shined by the gentle light. "Maybe...not." Clarence no longer wanted to waste time on her. He stood up and went upstairs.

He took off his necktie and blazer with annoyance. As he was going to unbutton his shirt, a pair of soft hands surrounded his waist from his back and the smell of alcohol flooded him. Stella said, "Relax, I've no given you my gift yet..." Clarence turned around and put his hands in the pockets. He looked at her without uttering a word.

Stella was blushing and she was staring at him with limpid, innocent eyes. It was hard to move his eyes away from her. Clarence's Adam's apple rolled. Although he refused to admit, the woman before him was indeed gorgeous, and she was capable to move a man's heart. If not, he would not get tricked by her in the first place.

He moved his eyes downward and there were her lips drenched by red wine. They were red and alluring. When she was moving her hands into his shirt, he almost immediately raised her chin and kissed her lips hard without hesitance. Stella moaned due to the pain.

Her eyes had already gone misty when they were on the bed. She put her arms around his neck. Clarence placed his hands at her sides and raised his eyebrow, as if he was teasing her silently. "I thought you don't want it?"

I'm sure you know when a woman says no, it means yes.

Clarence sneered. He once again stooped and kissed her. Stella was exceptionally enthusiastic tonight. She bit his lips and the rusty smell of the blood spread between their mouths. That kiss seemed to be a battle. The winner would have the authority to control the other.

As he was going to extend his hand to take something out of the bedside cabinet, Stella spoke abruptly, "Clarence, let's divorce." He who was hovering above her stopped. "What did you say?" Although Stella knew he had heard that clearly, she still repeated clearly, "Let's divorce."

Clarence instantly lost his excitement. He got up slowly and asked coldly, "How much money do you want this time?" She had always been like that, going great lengths for the money. Her tricks had kept on evolving. "I don't want a single penny." Stella took out a divorce agreement from under the pillow and said. "Have a look. You can sign on it if there's no problem."

Clarence pulled down his face and said, "Enough is enough, I have no time to play such a ridiculous game with you."

Didn't I say I want to give you a surprise tonight? Look, isn't this the greatest news ever?

Clarence looked at her with an expressionless face. He inexplicably thought that her smile was slightly an eyesore. Stella smiled and said, “Clarence, happy divorce." Clarence pursed his lips. He spoke after a few seconds, "Are you serious?" Stella nodded. "How's that, there's only joy, but no shock this time anymore."

Good. You better not regret about it. He left straightaway after saying only those words. The door was banged shut. Stella lowered her head and looked at the divorce agreement in her hands which Clarence had never glanced at. She only let out a smile at length.

That night, Stella packed all her things up, and her things were too little that they only filled one luggage bag. She did not take any jewelries, bags, shoes and clothes bought by Clarence. After all, he was reluctant to buy those for her back then. Those luxurious possessions had become meaningless after they divorced. They were completely useless to her.

Stella looked at the divorce agreement left on the cold tea table when she left, and she still picked it up. She passed by the dining hall and glanced at the dining table. The cutleries in front of Clarence were clean and shiny. He still did not use them at all.

That wedding anniversary celebration was as unwelcoming as she imagined. But luckily it overlapped with their divorce anniversary. Clarence might smile after brooding for a long time when he thought about it in the future. That could be the most satisfying thing she had done to him since they got married for such a long period of time.

Sitting inside the cab, Stella looked at the changing view outside and suddenly felt that load was taken off her mind. She had become the fake daughter-in-law of a wealthy and dignified family for three years. It was time for her to return to her slum.00000

Chapter 2: You Are Shameless

After knowing Stella wanted to get divorced, Sherry Perry, who was her best friend chastised Clarence indignantly for ten minutes and then said, "That bastard really didn't give you a single cent? He spent tons of money on those young models outside, and he's actually that stingy towards you who is his wife?"

I don't think he's stingy though. I've taken quite a big sum of money from him these three years. He's already kind enough to not ask me to pay the debt.

You can't think like that. You're husband and wife, his money is your money, and your money is your money! Plus, he takes advantage of you every day, what's wrong in spending some of his money! Stella's temples throbbed and she said, "Could you use another word?" Sherry calmed down for a moment. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

Stella curled up on the couch yet she still could not hold back her anger. She then scolded, "I spoke up about the divorce today, and that bastard actually asked how much money do I want? He didn't even look at the divorce agreement, as if he's scared that I'll make unreasonable demands or take his life! Come on!"

By the way, why did you want to get divorced? Why not just stick to him and see who's going to give up first? Having heard that, Stella calmed down once more. "Oh, Vivian Sean has become pregnant." Vivian Sean was a young model who had little renown recently. She was very close to Clarence and anyone who was not blind could tell that they had an unusual relationship.

Stella had gotten married to Clarence for three years. She knew how much Clarence hated her. Going home twice a month was his greatest tolerance limit. Their intimacy every time was just a matter of routine. Clarence did not have any single feeling towards her. He would do anything to make her feel pain.

Vivian was not the first woman who showed up beside Clarence, and Stella did not pay attention to her. It was until one week ago, when she was delightfully choosing present for the upcoming third wedding anniversary, Vivian suddenly took the pregnancy test report and showed up before her, declaring with complacence and pride, "I'm pregnant, it's time to hand over your position as Mrs. Conrad."

When she saw the report, Stella felt that the faith she had on Clarence and their relationship by deceiving herself these three years was all smashed by reality. Those memories mercilessly showed up in her mind as if reminding her that although she thought that the woman before her was despicable and disgusting, the reason she could marry Clarence was because she was using the same trick too, which was threatening him with the child in her tummy.

She disgusted Clarence, just like how the woman disgusted her. It was just that someone had repeated her original trick.

Sherry was exasperated. "How could that be the same, Clarence was single when you married him, yet Vivian obviously knew your existence, and she still wanted to replace you. She's a barefaced bitch!" "Whatever, they're more or less the same to me," Stella said. "To be honest, I couldn't sleep well every night for these three years after marrying Clarence. No matter how, it's true that he's forced to marry me back then, and it's good that we get divorced now. I don't owe him anymore."

Sherry then continued chastising Clarence and Vivian, the dirty people she thought, for half an hour. She then brought Stella to her bedroom when she started to feel sleepy. "You can stay here with me from today onwards, my boyfriend's not here anyway, and the house is huge, I'll be scared to stay here alone." Stella yawned while nodding. "Goodnight."

The next afternoon, the divorce agreement showed up on Clarence's office desk. The signature at the end of the paper looked like a furious creature. Watching his own boss gradually pulled down his face, Nathan Lance took a step forward and said, "Mr. Conrad, I've confirmed with those from the Starry Lake Mansion just now, missus had moved out last night and she did not take anything other than her personal items."

Clarence closed the divorce agreement file and tossed it casually to the side. "What is she playing with me this time?" Nathan did not answer. She was not his wife though, how would he know the little fun between them married couple. Clarence did not expect to hear any useful answer from him too and he said blandly, "Get out."

Nathan walked back after taking two steps. "Mr. Conrad, the necklace ordered from Paris has arrived, so..." That was initially a third wedding anniversary gift which Clarence wanted to give Stella, yet it looked like it had gone to no avail now. "Throw it away," he spoke icily. "Yes," Nathan replied. Clarence picked up that divorce agreement once again after Nathan left. His eyes fell onto the signature part. He sneered and there was an apathetic look on his face.

How would an evil woman who could go great lengths to achieve her purpose be willing to sacrifice and put up a tragic show, beg him to save her by tugging at his sleeve at the Twilight Club, force him to marry her by claiming she was pregnant suddenly have her conscience? It must be that she had had a new purpose.

Clarence crumpled the paper in his hand and tossed it into the dustbin.

Stella had been waiting at home for a few days and she did not receive any message from Clarence. The messages she sent did not receive a single reply as usual.

First day's message: "Have you received the divorce agreement? I've signed it. Please tell me if you have time so we could go through the formalities together at the civil affairs bureau." She sounded big- hearted, considerate, gentle and obedient.

Second days' message: "Hi, have you seen my message? Is there anything about the divorce agreement that you're unhappy with?" She sounded cautious and was bold enough to ask for confirmation. Third day's message: "Mr. Conrad, I know you're busy with your work, but could you please take some time to divorce me?" She sounded restrained, reserved and persevered.

Fourth day: "Come on Clarence Conrad, could you please be more efficient for the divorce? If you really don't want to see me, hurry up and finish the procedure, and then we'll not see each other ever again, okay?" Since she could not endure it anymore, there was no need for her to endure it.

During the fifth day---"Clarence has turned on friend verification function. You are not friends on We Chat. Please send him a friend request to start chatting after being accepted." Stella sneered. What a bastard. She instantly put down her phone and got up, heading to the Twilight Club. Yet it looked like she had quite a bad luck. She did not manage to wait for Clarence, but had encountered his next future wife.

Vivian had initially promised to have a meal with her friend there. Seeing Stella standing there the moment she reached the entrance, she instantly smiled with contempt, walked towards her on her high-heels and teased, "Could it be you're still not willing to give up and want to look for Clarence here?" Stella glanced at her with a level look and did not speak a word.

Seeing her being docile, Vivian felt more exhilarated. "How could you be so shameless, I've told you I'm pregnant, how could you still refuse to let the position as Mrs. Conrad go? Don't you know how unbearable it is to see you struggle to stay?"

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Chapter 3: All She Wanted was to Get Married into the Conrad Family

Is that so, but no matter how unbearable it is. It's still incomparable with the mistress who wants to ruin other's marriage. Stella's listless words made Vivian startled for several seconds and she only reacted after that. She was so mad that her face went pale and she raised her hand, wanting to slap her.

Stella snatched her wrist and gave her a hard slap in the face without hesitance. "I didn't argue with you before because getting pregnant with Clarence's child is your own ability, but that doesn't mean you can use this to keep on bragging in front of me. Why, do you feel that superior being a mistress?"

Stella's slap had caught many attentions from people around them. Vivian's face flushed and went pale at the same time. She wanted to retrieve her hand but she could not match Stella's strength. She yelled, "Don't you make unfounded accusation against me, I'm not a mistress, it's you shameless enough to refuse letting the position as Mrs. Conrad go. You disgust Clarence!"

Don't you think that what you said is kind of illogical? Shameless or not, I'm still Clarence's legal wife. I have to thank you too, because the child in your tummy is the evidence of him cheating on me. Do you believe that I'll sue both of you and manage to succeed? I'll make sure he leaves the marriage without being able to take any property with him. Do you want to make a bet?

Vivian widened her eyes in disbelief. "Don't you dare..." "Try it."

Although it was July turning August and was hot summer at the moment, the voice of the man from behind was so cold and icy that made the hair of her back bristled. Stella was startled and she slowly loosened her grasp towards Vivian's wrist. Vivian immediately ran to Clarence's side. She covered the part of her face being slapped and tears flowed from her eyes. She cried sadly. Clarence's eyes fell onto her and he raised his head, looking at Stella. His eyes were cold and the words he said lacked any warmth. "Should I introduce you a lawyer?" The corner of Stella's lips twitched. "No, thank you." Was he joking with her? How would she have the money to hire a lawyer to engage herself in a litigation that was both time and energy consuming? She was only trying to scare Vivian. Clarence took a step forward. He turned his head slightly to the side and spoke with a voice only both of them could hear, "So that's what you meant by "leaving marriage without taking any property" in the divorce agreement." Stella raised her head and saw the blatant cold light in his eyes. She instantly got what he meant and wanted to explain, "No, I..."

Money could no longer satisfy you, what you want is the Conrad Group, right? Without waiting for her to answer, he continued, "If not, what is the purpose of you putting up a divorce show this time?" It was to quickly complete you two sickening couple. "Stella Radomil, have you overestimated yourself? If I've really signed it, the price you pay would be far too dear." Please, be straightforward like a man and quickly give me a relief. Stop with the trash talking.

Stella smiled when she met his sarcastic eyes. "Then please do sign as quickly as possible, Mr. Conrad. We'll see each other at the civil affair bureau." Clarence spoke with an indifferent tone, "After I sign, what do you plan to do afterwards? Sue me while taking the divorce agreement as the evidence?"

Stella still maintained her smile and she replied, "You've thought too much, Mr. Conrad, could we make it quick and free ourselves from this agony? If you're still worried about it, I can write a letter of guaranty for you. I promise that after we divorce, I'll not blackmail you a single penny with any purpose and title. I'll also put my thumbprint on it to make it legally valid, is that okay?"

Clarence probably did not expect that she would be that determined, as if she was so eager to get rid of him. His eyebrows unnoticeably twitched and his thin lips slightly pursed. Seeing them talking for too long, Vivian quickly stepped forward. "Mr. Conrad... Let's go, I'm feeling a bit unwell."

Stella once again looked towards her and reminded her kindly, "Miss Sean, I suggest you to not wear such high-heels, put on such a thick makeup and wear such a strong perfume in the future. You'll only be taken advantage by those terrible men and the ones who suffer would be you and the child in your tummy." Clarence was speechless. Who was she implying? After finished, Stella retrieved her look with a cool vibe and left.

The moment Stella left, Vivian's friends who had been watching the fun all went to her and flattered, "Vivi, Mr. Conrad really defended for you, that woman's expression just now was too amazing."

Yeah, Mr. Conrad is too handsome. I'm so envious of you to have such a boyfriend that's willing to stand out for you.

I have to say Vivi is right, that woman is truly shameless. Vivi's already gone pregnant and she still refuses to divorce...

Clarence slowly retrieved his look and glanced at them. He spoke, "Is there something wrong with your brains?" No matter how much he disliked Stella, he would never go as far as cheating in a marriage that would become his scandal. Those at the scene, including Vivian were all shocked and they had no idea what they said had offended him.

Clarence then continued, "Give me an explanation for the pregnancy issue." Those words were directed to Vivian. Vivian grabbed her dress nervously and only stammered after a while, "I...I heard that Mr. Conrad has always disliked that woman, therefore I...I found an excuse to let her divorce with you..."

Clarence interrupted her with a slightly gloomy look, "Don't think that I don't know what you are planning. Using such a reason to force me to marry you, having Stella Radomil alone is enough. If I hear such a rumor again next time, you know the consequence." Vivian bit her lip and did not dare to speak.

Her friends only heaved a sigh of relief when Clarence left. They then asked, "Vivi, isn't Mr. Conrad your boyfriend? Why did he talk to you like that?" Vivian's face was pale. Clarence had brought her to quite many banquets recently and he did not stop the spreading of rumor regarding their relationship. Therefore she had naturally thought she was the woman by his side.

It was due to that she deliberately went to the Conrad's house and wanted Stella to give up her position, even making a fake pregnancy test report. But from what Clarence had said just now...

Vivian finally inquired something about Clarence and Stella's marriage that night. Stella's father had owed high debt from usury and the debtee sold her to the Twilight Club. She encountered Clarence after she escaped and she begged Clarence to save her.

To one's surprise, Stella took the pregnancy test report and went to the Conrad's house two months later. The Conrad family was a highly prestigious family and they exceptionally cared for their reputation. Since they refused to make the matter worse and caused damage to their reputation, and Stella had gotten pregnant, they let Clarence married Stella. Yet the child was suddenly gone when they got married for less than two months.

It was all a show put up by Stella from the beginning. Being drugged in the Twilight Club, encountering Clarence, forcing him to marry her with fake pregnancy, all she wanted was to get married into the Conrad family.000

Chapter 4: Clarence Disliked His Wife

The Conrad family did not like Stella in the first place and their disgust towards her grew even more when the fake pregnancy issue was exposed. Their attitude towards Stella had been apathetic. No wonder Clarence was so mad this time, it turned out she had made a huge mistake.

Stella waited for another few days after she went back, yet she still did not receive any message from Clarence. Their encounter at the Twilight Club that day enabled her to have sufficient reason to suspect that the reason Clarence delayed their divorce was to completely disgust her, keeping on reminding her he had cheated on her wherever she went. That was to take revenge of what she had done to him back then.

Clarence was patient to delay the matter, yet Stella could not waste her time and energy on that anymore. What she thought beforehand was to make plans after she had gone through all the divorce formalities. She still needed to live her life, and she did not want to sit and wait there anymore.

Sherry stopped eating the chips in her hand when she heard that she wanted to find a job and she became energetic. "Come to our magazine, our magazine coincidentally wants to hire a designer to make our own brand recently." Stella frowned when she heard that. "Am I...capable? I've not created anything for three years."

Of course you can, honey. Just try, you have nothing to lose. Stella was persuaded and she nodded. "Okay."

Sherry was a person of action and she took Stella's work from three years ago to the chief editor's office the next day. After finished looking through them, Stanford Leif's eyes fell onto the signature on the work and asked at length, "Sharon is your friend?"

Yes, she's really brilliant, and her design was awe-inspiring. We won't suffer loss if we hire her.

Stanford certainly knew how brilliant she was, yet Sharon was like a short-lived flower in the jewelry design industry which vanished after blooming for a moment. Someone said she had been out of ideas after receiving award and could no longer design new things. Others said rich men had laid eyes on her and she had secretly gotten married and had children. Anyway, there were all kinds of rumor.

It was just that to one's surprise, she had actually come back after three years' time, when everyone had forgotten about her. Stanford said, "Does she have time tonight? Let's have dinner together." Sherry knew Stella had basically secured the offer when he said that, and she instantly nodded. "Of course, I'll inform her now."

Stella had quite a nice chat with Sherry's chief editor when they were having dinner. Although she had kept on claiming she had not picked up the drawing pencil these three years, Stanford still replied he was okay with that. He only wanted her to make a draft of a product according to a specific style within that week. If the boss thought there was not much problem about that, they would officially hire her. The time was already a bit late when they finished their meal. Stanford said, "It's not easy to call for cab in this area, you two girls are not safe by yourselves, I'll send both of you home." "Great, I'll go to the washroom first." After finished, Sherry looked towards Stella, "Do you want to go?"

Let's go.

Sherry said, "Please wait for us for a while, Mr. Leif, we'll be right back." Stanford smiled. "No worries. Take your time."

After getting out of the washroom, Sherry washed her hands while saying, "Excellent, we've finally made it!" Stella did not expect things to turn out that smoothly and she was still slightly worried. "I'm still scared that your boss won't like my work afterwards. I'll feel guilty towards you and Mr. Leif."

Sherry said, "You've thought too much, honey. Our boss is a cheerful old man and he's exceptionally nice. He almost doesn't intervene in anything and Mr. Leif basically decides for every matter, small or big in the magazine. He only follows the standard operating procedure by letting the boss have a look. Mr. Leif values you, there must be no problem."

As Sherry just finished her words, there was a series of the clacking sound of high heels on the ground outside the washroom. Vivian showed up before them the next second. As if none of them had expected seeing each other there, Vivian only snorted after they were startled, "What a pathetic follower"

Stella jerked a paper towel out and wiped her hands dry. She spoke casually, "Just say if you want to get beaten, you don't have to beat the bush."

You... Vivian knew she was no match for Stella since last time and since there were two people against her this time, she would have no hope for victory no matter how. Sherry said, "What, do you need me to call others to come over to see how a mistress should behave?"

Vivian sneered and spoke with an uncanny tone, "Stella, aren't you being shameless enough, could you possibly not have any clue on what trick you've used to get married into the Conrad family? And you're accusing me as the mistress, you don't seem to be any better than me. Why, do you really think you could eliminate your deed after you've successfully married Clarence?"

Sherry wanted to retort, but Stella snatched her wrist and stared at Vivian with a level look. "Did Clarence tell you that?" Vivian was clearly a woman with boobs and hip but no brain. She had not mentioned tha back then twice and seeing her complacent look while kicking her when she was down, the only explanation would be she just knew about it.

Yeah, he said a woman like you has really disgusted him, and he said the thing he regrets the most in this life was to encounter you in the Twilight Club. You're like a stinky and sticky doeskin plaster that makes his whole body stinks the moment he takes it off. He can't wait to rub every part of his skin which has come into contact with you.

After finished, Vivian only became scared when she saw Stella's expressionless face. She took a step backward with alert to avoid her hitting her again. Yet to her surprise, Stella did not say anything and did not intend to hit her. She only tossed the used tissue paper into the dustbin and left. Sherry quickly followed her when she saw that.

Stella, don't take that woman's words to heart, the guy's a bastard and the woman's a shameless bitch, they don't worth you getting mad at them... Before she finished her words, Sherry saw the man whom she called bastard just now standing not far away at the front and he was chatting blandly with someone. Stella seemed to not notice him and she walked fast without taking a glance.

Vincent James could sense a murderous aura coming from behind and he could not help but turn. He was baffled when he saw the woman who was coming closer and closer. "Isn't that your wife? Why is she here?" Clarence looked up and his eyebrows unnoticeably wrinkled. Impatience flashed across his dark eyes. She had followed him there, and she said she only wanted to divorce? When had this woman become more and more calculating?

As Clarence wanted to speak coldly when he saw her approaching, Stella did not glance at him and she did not intend to stop walking. She passed by him quickly like a breeze with an expressionless face. Sherry who was following closely behind her on the other hand stopped for a moment beside him. She opened her mouth and looked like she wanted to scold him, but thinking that the timing was not right, she ran away.

Vincent who had witnessed the whole process let out an awkward chuckle to resolve the embarrassment. "Have I mistaken her for someone else?" Clarence disliked his wife, and you could say that he hated her. Everyone who worked in the same industry knew about that.000

Chapter 5: Please, Save Me…

He would basically not take her out under normal days. Vincent only met Stella twice. The first time was when Clarence forgot to bring his document. Afraid that it would affect his work, Stella brought it to the workplace. A trace of disappointment flashed across the docile woman's face when she faced Clarence's cold eyes. Yet she did not make any complaint, and she looked obedient and understanding. Another time was during the birthday feast of Dempsey Conrad, the old man of the Conrad family, which was also the second year of marriage between Clarence and her. No one from the Conrad family liked her, and no one introduced her to the guests.

That night, Stella looked like a non-paid housemaid that was hired by the Conrad family. She was completely occupied with work yet she did not get a single compliment but contempt look that saw her as a trouble instead. After that, she stayed at the corner all the time and when she faced those mocking remarks, she did not retort but lowered her head silently, staying further away from them.

In Vincent's mind, Clarence's wife was a weak and enduring married woman that surrendered to one's manipulation, and she would not defend for herself when she was hit or scolded. The aggressive woman who looked like she was going to chop someone into pieces tonight would definitely not be her.

Clarence was still looking at the place where Stella left and did not utter a word. Vincent coughed and digressed, "I met Stanford Leif at the entrance just now." Clarence asked casually, "Who?" "I am the chief editor of the SG Jewelry Magazine."

I kind of recall something. The Conrad's had collaborated with SG Jewelry before, and Clarence had met their chief editor a few times. Vincent sighed and said, "Stanford told me he's found Sharon, and if nothing goes wrong, she'll become the designer of their magazine. I suppose you still remember Miss Sharon?"

No. Why should he remember someone unimportant to him? Vincent said, "Then I suppose you would at least remember sponsoring the seventh emerging designer competition three years ago? Sharon won the first place in the contest back then. She initially had the chance to get funded by the Conrad's and further study in Paris, but not knowing why, she gave it up."

But I heard that she has once sought for the person in charge of the competition and asked whether she could get cash instead of being funded for her study abroad. The person in charge asked you, but you rejected, and we never heard from her since then. She was really a talented designer, what a shame.

Clarence slowly retrieved his look. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, and whether he had listened to his words just now or not. "Is that so? I can't recall."

As he was on the way of sending them back home, Stanford could clearly sense that Stella's mood was much worse than when they were having meal. He could not ask her directly and he glimpsed at Sherry, raising his eyebrow. Sherry only shook her head lightly and she seemed difficult to explain the whole situation.

The car was parked downstairs. Stanford spoke, "Miss Radomil, I look forward to your work, and also our collaboration." Stella had quite calmed down meanwhile. She got back her mind and nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Reid. I'll try my best." Stanford smiled. "Then I'll not waste your time any further, get inside, we'll see each other next week."

After reaching home, Sherry asked, "Stella, are you still mad about those two?" Stella was slightly absent-minded and she exclaimed. She only responded after two seconds. "No, I'm thinking about the design." The topic Stanford gave her was "first love". Sherry said that was the first series they proposed after hiring designer and the main customer targets were young people. Therefore, the design this time was quite important to them.

Yet to Stella, the word "first love" was too far away from her and it had already gone blurry. That kind of excitement that only existed when she was with the person she loved had already eroded until nothing was left during her three years of marriage with Clarence.

Sherry said, "Speaking of this, I want to ask you, have you not stayed in contact with Horace Jason anymore?" Stella shook her head lightly. She had won the first place in the emerging designer competition three years ago. She initially had the chance to study abroad in Paris, but she rejected.

Horace had come to see her for a few times and asked why she refused to go. There were confusion, loneliness and also disappointment on his face. Yet she still did not have the courage to tell him the truth and had deleted all his contact details.

What could she say? Could she possibly tell him that when she was brimmed with happiness that night after getting first place in the competition, she suddenly received the news that Jeffrey Radomil had owed one million Yuan debt? She still could not recover from the shocking and daunting news until now.

Sherry let out a sigh and leaned against the couch. "I still feel pity for you and Horace until now. You were a perfect couple back in school and anyone could tell you like each other, what's left was you didn't admit your relationship. We initially thought you'll be together after going to Paris, who knows that would happen... That's so unfair."

Stella only spoke after being silent at length, "That's already the past."

Hey, let's not mention such an unhappy thing anymore. Oh yes, I suddenly remember one of Vivian Sean's rumor, listen, she went to shoot for a magazine when she started entering the field, and it turned out she didn't even know what a light supplement lamp is, and...

Sherry told a few jokes and after successfully making her laugh, she chastised Clarence and Vivian for the whole night full of passion. Yet when Stella was lying on the bed, she still could not help but recall what Vivian said to her in the washroom. Although Clarence would never say those vulgar words, what he wanted to convey was exactly the same.

Stella knew she had held Clarence back, therefore during their marriage these three years, she had tried her best to play her role as a good wife. No matter what nasty things he said to her, or how the Conrad family mocked her, she would never complain. She knew how much he hated her too. Yet she would still feel pain when reality resembled a poisoned knife stabbing right into her. Even breathing was excruciating.

Stella buried her head in the blanket. She remembered something when she was in a state of dreaming and awake. Three years ago, after knowing Jeffrey had owed a high debt of one million Yuan, she asked around for money and had even abased herself to ask the person in charge of the competition whether she could give up the place to further study in Paris and get cash instead.

She could still remember what the person in charge said to her until now. "Miss Sharon, I'm sorry. Our boss said the chance is for those who truly have the dream to design, not for those who treat this competition as an opportunity to make money and gain benefits." Stella was startled for a long while when she heard that. She went home and scolded that so-called boss for the whole night while crying. Who wouldn't wish to have a pure dream?

Few days after that, Jeffrey ran away. The debate came to her house and let her made a choice, which was either to chop down one of her brother's hands or her taking the initiative to leave with them. Stella was left with no choice and without caring for Channing Radial's devastated cries, she walked out of the house with them without saying a word.

Those people had sold her to the Twilight Club, which was a money-oriented place that provided rich people with leisure, alcohol and women. They had adulterated their wine. Although she had prepared herself to accept her fate, when the plump middle-aged man in his forties or fifties entered, she suddenly thought of Horace and the promise about going to Paris that she did not fulfill.

Not knowing from where she got the strength, she pushed the middle-aged man away and ran out while staggering. Someone had been chasing after her from behind. Not knowing how long she ran, she finally saw a strong but blurry figure at the front. She fell onto the ground and snatched his high quality suit sleeve. "Please, save me..."¶¶¶¶¶¶¶

Chapter 6: Let’s Divorce, I Don’t Want Anything

After saying those words, she lost all her consciousness. When she woke up once again, she was inside a strange room and a strange man was lying down beside her. The scattered clothes near the bed were enough to prove what had happened last night. Her throat was a little dry. After feeling sad for a while, she started to console herself. At least that guy still looked okay, he was way better than that pig last night

Having remembered what happened last night, Stella was worried of Channing. She quickly wore her clothes, wanting to get back. As she was going to leave, she seemed to have woken the man on the bed up. He slightly wrinkled his eyebrows. Stella immediately put the blanket on his head and patted softly, whispering, "It's alright, keep sleeping." She looked like she was cajoling a child. Stella only ran away when no more sound was heard under the blanket.

The creditor had come to her house once again. Luckily Channing was not home because he was seeking her. Stella called him to report her safety and asked him not to go home recently but go to his friend's house for a while. She then sought for Sherry. After hiding here and there for two months, Stella suddenly realized she was pregnant one day.

It was 4am when Stella woke up. She got up and drank a glass of water, sitting in the living room and started to watch movies and TV shows about first love these two years. She tried to get back that kind of naïve, pure and sweet feeling once more.

Stella had kept herself in the room for three days and she finally had some basic ideas in her mind. As she was going to draw it out, she received a call from a strange number. She put down her pencil and spoke politely, "Hi, who is this?"

...Missus, I'm Nathan, Mr. Conrad's assistant. Mr. Conrad is going for a business trip to Maldives tomorrow. He wants to ask you for the blue-and-white striped shirt. Stella was exceptionally annoyed to be interrupted when she just had some ideas, and even by such a trivial thing. That made her suspected Clarence was seeking trouble on purpose. She then replied rudely, "Excuse me? I've divorced him and what does his shirt have to do with me? Ask the housemaid please." After finished, she hung up without hesitance.

Two minutes later, her phone rang once more. And the incoming call was from Clarence himself. She fell silent for a moment and still picked it up. "Stella Remodel, come back in half an hour."

I... This time, without waiting for her to reply, Clarence hung up straight away. Stella grasped her phone and was so eager to beat that man up. She took a deep breath and after calming herself down, she got up and left the room. Seeing her, Sherry asked, "Honey, it's late now, where are you going?"

I'm going to drag that bastard to hell with me!

Of course, Stella only said that for fun, how would she have the ability to compete Clarence? After reaching the Starry Lake Mansion, she noticed the servants had already all gone to rest and the surrounding was exceptionally quiet.

Stella went upstairs to the second floor and pushed the bedroom door open. Clarence was sitting on the couch in his casual clothes. He was flipping the document in front of him with his slender fingers. He did not raise his head and glance at her although he had heard the sound.

Stella walked straight to the closet and she finally found the blue-and-white striped shirt the assistant was talking about after searching the place all over. She was slightly startled upon seeing the shirt. It was the shirt she had specially bought for Clarence when she knew he wanted to go for a business trip to Hawaii, during the year when they had just gotten married. The shirt was very suitable to be worn to a beach.

When she gave the shirt to him, he only looked at her coldly and said, "Don't try using such a cheap way to please me, and avoid those mind-games that would be exposed right away." Stella did not know what mind-game had she played, but from that onwards, she had not bought anything for him anymore. Now he had deliberately asked her to come back for something he treated as waste back then. If it was not to take revenge and make a fool of her, what would it be?

Stella took the shirt and left the closet silently. She put it on the bed. As she was going to speak, she realized Clarence was talking to somebody on phone. His voice was low throughout and he did not glimpse at her even once, as if she did not exist. Stella initially wanted to talk to him about the divorce, seeing there was not a right time, she turned and left straight away. Her arrival and leaving were fast like a breeze.

Clarence finally lifted his head when she walked out of the bedroom. He watched her back and looked like he did not expect her to leave so soon. He pursed his lips and spoke blandly to the one at the other end of the call, "Yes, that's it for now, I still have other thing to do."

Stella was called and held back when she just reached the living room downstairs. Clarence stood on the stairs and looked at her in a superior way. His expression was indifferent as usual. "Have you found the shirt?"

I've put it on your bed.

What about the others?

Stella did not quite get what he meant and she asked, "What others?" Clarence frowned, looking unhappy. "My business trip lasts for a week, do you think I'll wear only one shirt?"

Stella felt speechless. When she had stayed there back then, she would always pack his luggage for him when he had to go for a business trip the next day. She did not expect that after humbly being his wife for three years, not only she did not receive any compliment, she had made him developed such a bad habit.

Stella said calmly, "Mr. Conrad, I have to remind you again. We're already divorced, therefore finding your shirt and packing your luggage for you are no longer my responsibility. Please find the housemaid or your next wife, stop calling me with no reason anymore, thank you."

Clarence's expression remained the same. He walked downstairs with moderate speed and stopped in front of her. "Then let me remind you too. We still haven't gone through the divorce formalities, so legally, you're still my wife, and only you can do these things."

...So there's no more room for discussion?

I don't want to repeat it the second time.

Stella pursed her lips. She took out her phone and started to search for a phone number. "Great, since you like to order someone that much, I'll ask Vivian Sean to come pack your luggage for you, she'll definitely run faster than a rabbit." Yet as she just found the number and wanted to dial it, her phone was snatched away. Clarence looked at her frigidly. "Stella Ramodil, have I been too lenient to you recently? Stella looked at her empty hand and only smiled after a while. "I hope Mr. Conrad could be more careful in his words. I can't handle those words." Clarence's look became gloomier. "When would you stop playing hard to get? Stella, stop challenging me. Just tell me what you want straight away." Stella paused for a few seconds and said, "Didn't you say what I want is the Conrad Group last time? Would you give it to me?"

You wish.

Then let's divorce, I don't want anything.

Clarence frowned with impatience. He shoved one of his hands into the pocket and said, "What else would you say besides that word?" Stella felt more baffled. Didn't he want to get rid of her as soon as possible all the time? Why did the situation look like she was the one pleading to divorce him now?

Chapter 7: You can Count on Me in the Future

I know you suspect my purpose, I've also mentioned that I can write a guaranty letter. You could even ask the lawyer and cameraman to follow us all the time when we divorce to prove that it's me who propose the divorce, and I'll not blackmail a single penny from you. Clarence pursed his lips and did not speak a word.

Or are you scared that I'll use the divorce to defame you and the Conrad family in front of the press? You don't have to worry for that too. I promise, if I, Stella Ramodil, want to get any benefit from our divorce, I'll be doomed. Clarence only said after a while, "Do you think I'll believe you when you say like that?"

Stella looked like a deflated balloon at once. "Then what on earth do you want me to do? Could you possibly want to maintain your identity as a husband while having a mistress outside the house? Clarence Conrad, I'll rather die than raising other's kids."

Clarence glanced at her and sneered. Even though he did not say anything, Stella could still get what he meant. He was only teasing her for using the same trick as Vivian. How would she have the right to accuse others? As Stella still wanted to defend for herself for one last bit, she heard Clarence's cold voice. "I have to go for a business trip tomorrow, we'll talk after I come back."

Stella let out a smile at once. "It's okay, I'll wait for you no matter how long. Do notify me once you return." Seeing her changing her attitude drastically, the contempt in Clarence's eyes surged. He turned around and went upstairs. What a foolish and cheeky woman.

The one week deadline soon arrived. Stella gave Stanford the design draft and he gave her the reply straight away that night. Her design was approved by the boss and she was asked to sign the contract the next day. Stella finally heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that reply. She was really quite scared that they would not be satisfied of her design.

SG Jewelry had been promoting the project's progress in the first place and the first series to be introduced had long been decided. It was just that they needed one designer. Now that they had hired Stella, they certainly hoped the progress could be made as quick as possible. Coincidentally, there was one month left until the magazine's anniversary celebration. The office planned to take the opportunity of the celebration to organize a press conference and officially declare the introduction of their jewelry brand to the press.

Besides the necklace Stella designed this time, the remaining two jewelries mainly promoted were the bracelet and the ring. After designing the draft and the draft was approved by the magazine office, she had to fix the flaws before the product was made. One month time was actually short, or maybe too short.

In order to not ruin the press conference this time, Stella did not dare to slack off. Besides staying at home drawing every day, she even had to choose the material for the jewelries. She had to make the final product based on her design and after the press conference ended, she would hand it to the agency shop to be further processed and sold.

She was so busy that she had forgotten the divorce she promised Clarence, and she had no idea when had he returned from the business trip. Nevertheless, he had not contacted her ever since.

As Stella just put down her pencil and was going to rest for a while, her phone which was placed on the table vibrated. She turned around and the call was from Jeffrey. She frowned and only picked up the call when her phone rang for the second time.

Stella, your brother is going to sit for the national college entrance examination next year. The teacher says he needs to go to tuition class. I'm lack of money, please give me.

How much is it?

Let me count... Tuition fee is kind of expensive. Please give me 200 thousand Yuan first. I'll save the rest as his tuition fee for next semester.

Stella replied calmly, "Firstly, it's this year Channing sits for the exam. Secondly, he's top in the whole province, and he doesn't need extra tuition. Thirdly, I've never heard that any tuition class needs to charge 100 or 200 thousand Yuan for tuition fee."

Jeffrey was slightly annoyed when his lies were exposed. "Stop giving me so many excuses, just give me the money."

I don't have any money.

If you don't, ask from your husband! He's so rich, 200 thousand Yuan should be nothing to him.

No one earns money without paying effort, his money is none of my business. Plus, I've already divorced him, so I don't have any reason to ask money from him either.

What! Jeffrey bawled at the other end of the call. "Who permitted you to divorce? Did I? Even if you're divorced, he should give half of the family property to you, how could you possibly not have any money? Stella Ramodil, you're getting rebellious, do you not want to support your father anymore? Give me 2 million Yuan this instant, or else I won't be done with you!"

Stella replied, "No, I don't get a single penny." After finished, she straight away hung up the call. Not long after that, Channing called her. "Did Jeffrey call you and ask for money again? No matter what he said, don't give him. He's gambled again recently and has owed a few hundred thousand Yuan. He's now hiding."

I know, I didn't give him. When Stella had paid off his debt worth one million Yuan, she had said that if he gambled again, his life would no longer be her concern, and she warned him not to look for her. Yet how would Jeffrey change that easily? He had used different tricks to ask her for money all these years, either lying that he had broken a leg and needed money for surgery, or saying Channing had fought with someone and they wanted to make matter worse by involving the school authority.

He knew even she refused to care for him, she would never not care for her younger brother. Stella and Channing had been tricked by him twice in the beginning, but after that, they were not surprised by his trick anymore and had even gone numb with it. Stella asked him, "Have you figured out which university to apply to?"

Yeah.

Stella paused and spoke, "Chan, do you want to go abroad? I still have some money, and there should be no problem sending you abroad, plus you're able to get scholarships..." She wanted to send Channing away, far away from Jeffrey. She did not want him to be trapped in the bog like her. Channing interrupted her. "No thanks, I'll stay here. I won't go anywhere." Stella secretly sighed and she knew his temper. "I'll leave you to decide for yourself, tell me if you need any money."

Keep the money to yourself, I can earn it if I need it. He then asked, "Did he treat you good recently?" Having mentioned Clarence, Stella was slightly speechless. She then smiled and spoke, "Yeah, it's quite good. Chan, I'm going to divorce him."

Channing only fell silent for two seconds, as if he was not surprised to hear that, he spoke, "That's not a bad thing though, you can count on me in the future." Stella smiled. "I'm able-bodied, I can take care of myself. Just focus on your studies okay."

After hanging up, Stella walked out of the bedroom. She saw Sherry curling up on the couch and she looked lethargic. Her face was slightly pale. She then asked, "What's wrong, Sherry? Are you unwell?" Sherry shook her head and she sounded weak. "I'm on period, I'll be okay after resting for a while."

Stella poured a glass of hot water for her. "You can't be like this. I'll buy some ginger and brown sugar soup, and heat pack downstairs for you. Do you have anything more that you would like to eat?" Sherry became energetic once again when she heard that. After placing meal orders passionately, she fell back to the couch. "Stella, you're the best, that bastard is foolish for not loving you."

Chapter 8: Is That What a Man should Do?

Stella smiled and got up. "Watch your TV." After going downstairs, she headed to the supermarket next door after finished buying the stuff in the pharmacy. After buying the things Sherry wanted, she looked at the sanitary pad packages on the rack and suddenly realized her period had not come for almost two months.

Ever since she had suffered a miscarriage three years ago, her menstrual cycle had been unstable and her period always came every two or three months. She assumed her period was going to come soon. In case that happened, she took a few more packages.

After paying the bill and getting ready to leave, a woman walked in and bumped into her shoulder. She did not apologize for making her drop her shopping bags, and had even patted her clothes with a disgusted look. "Are you blind?" Stella lifted her head and looked at her. There was a cold light in her eyes. "Have you not learnt how to walk after so long?"

Annie Conrad glanced at her and there was contempt in her arrogant look. "Oh, it's you. What are you doing here this late? Could it be you're secretly dating with other man when my cousin's not around?" Stella was lazy to spend time on her. She stooped and picked up the shopping bags on the floor, saying blandly, "Annie Conrad, since you've escaped to another country, you shouldn't come back. You might not know yet, I'm not only evil and cruel, I'm also vengeful."

Having heard that, Annie's expression slightly changed and she could not help but take two steps backward. "What are you trying to do?" Stella raised her eyebrow. "Nothing, but you better not get pregnant for the rest of your life, or else you might need to look out for me at any time. Who knows when I want to take revenge, and I'll approach you by all means and..." As she spoke, she glanced at her with a level look Although Annie was still far from getting pregnant, she was still frightened by her look. "Are you mad? Only you yourself know whether you're pregnant or not, don't think you could blame it on me when I've just accidentally bumped into you. Plus, try doing anything to me! The Conrad's won't let you off! And... my cousin would certainly divorce you, and chase you out of the house, you can forget about getting anything from it!"

It's worth the try, I don't mind.

You're mad! Annie scolded, turned around and left with big strides. She was secretly guilty and nervous. After getting out of the supermarket, she pulled the door of a Land Rover parked beside the road open with a gloomy look. The man sitting inside asked blandly, "Aren't you suppose to buy drinks?"

As if she had been waiting for him to speak, Annie complained, "Horace, do you still remember the woman I've told you back then, who used her fake pregnancy as an excuse to force my cousin to marry her? I've actually met her here, I feel so disgusted just by thinking about that." Horace only replied, "If you're not buying drinks, we should leave."

Horace, you... Before Annie finished her words, she realized Horace's eyes were fixed on something outside the car. She followed his eyes but did not see anything. As she was going to ask him what had happened, Horace suddenly opened the door and rushed out.

Seeing that, Annie quickly followed after him. She held him back who seemed to be looking for something amidst the crowd and asked, "Horace, what's wrong? What are you searching?" Horace slowly retracted his mind back to reality and lowered his eyes. "Nothing, I think I've mistaken somebody." He saw someone who seemed to be the person he thought of day and night.

Annie said, "Then let's go." Horace retrieved his hand from her arms and said, "Annie, I'll call a cab for you. I still have other things to do, so I'll not send you back home now." "But you promised me..."

Horace ignored her reluctance and annoyance. He took out his phone and called a cab. "I've sent the car plate number to your phone, I need to get going now." As he said that, he left without caring for Annie's yell behind him.

After reaching home, Stella placed the things she had bought into the fridge and poured a mug of ginger and brown sugar soup for Sherry who was currently half dying on the couch. Sherry took over the mug and her eyebrows were moving with excitement. She held her phone up and shook it before her. "Guess who's added me just now?"

Kid the Phantom Thief, or Crayon Shin-Chan?

I'm serious. Sherry showed her the phone. There were only two sentences on the screen, straightforward and clear.

I'm Horace Jason.

Do you have Stella's news?

Stella looked at the two messages for so long that the phone automatically turned off. She was startled for a long while. Sherry only said after a couple of moments, "Horace has returned to the country. He keeps on searching for you everywhere, and I have no idea who gave him my contact number. Hey, do you want to tell him you're staying with me now? Or should I straight away hand you to him?"

Stella subconsciously shook her head and replied, "No, not now..." Sherry knew what she was worried of. She did not force her, but only let out a sigh. She then replied the message and dismissed Horace by finding some excuses. She said she had not seen Stella for a very long time but she would immediately tell him if she had any news from her. Not knowing whether Horace could tell she was lying or not, he only replied a single 'thank you' and had not replied anything ever since.

Stella lied on the bed and could not fall asleep for the whole night. Those messy thoughts had been lingering in her mind and she could not get rid of them. She only closed her eyes in a confused state when the sun was starting to rise. Yet not for long, her phone began to vibrate aggressively and she only picked up the call after searching for it for a long while.

A man's voice was heard from the other end of the call. "Missus, something's happened to the company. You'd better come have a look at it." Stella could not hear a single word the man had said clearly. She only started to gain a clear mind ten more minutes after she had hung up the call.

Company? What company? She looked at the incoming call history, it was from Nathan Lance, Clarence's assistant. She scratched her head and changed her clothes, going to the bathroom to clean up and hurriedly called a cab to go there. It was exactly 12:10 pm when she reached the Conrad Tower. There were a lot of pedestrians passing by during lunch time. Those people were now gathering at the entrance of the tower, watching the fun.

How dare you touch me! I'm your president's father-in-law, do you believe that I'll ask him to fire all of you?

How terrible, tell Clarence Conrad for me, even though they're divorced, he should at least give us half the family property.

My daughter has married him for three years, and they slept on the same bed every day. How could he refuse to give a single penny when they divorce? Is that what a man should do?

Stella was just in time to hear the last sentence when she arrived, and her face instantly went pale. The kind of humiliation she had not experienced before engulfed her and she hoped she could disappear at the spot. As she was going to leave, not knowing when, Nathan had stood beside her and whispered, "Missus, your father has messed around here for half an hour, and that has greatly affected the company. Mr. Conrad wants you to settle this matter in three minutes, if not, he'll straight away call the police to come over and take legal action."

Chapter 9: I’m Pregnant

Stella raised her head and gazed at the tower's glass windows. Although she could not see what was inside clearly, she could still sense a pair of cold eyes watching her silently that made her felt a chill down her spine. She wondered how much Clarence would hate her due to the mess, he might even want to kill her.

Stella squeezed herself through the crowd under the help of the bodyguards brought by Nathan. Looking at Jeffrey who was messing on the ground in a ridiculous way, she felt extremely tired. "What do you want?" Seeing her, Jeffrey stood to his feet and patted the dust on his shirt. "It's a good timing to ask Clarence to come down.

I've told you, his money has nothing to do with me. Having heard that, Jeffrey raised his voice. "How could that have nothing to do with you? Are you going to let him sleep you for free for three years? Nonsense! When he plays with other woman outside, would other woman let him go if he doesn't pay them money?"

Stella opened her mouth yet she realized she had nothing to say to him. She turned around and said to Nathan, "Call the police." Nathan slightly nodded. Seeing Stella leaving, Jeffrey quickly held her back. "How could you leave like that? For how do you think I'm here? I only want to take a little of the money we get, the rest is all yours! And look at you, you're even giving me the bad look now, I've wasted so many years raising you!"

Stella tossed his hand away and retorted, "You can continue to mess around as you want, I can have two days of peace after you're taken away anyway. And, I'll not bail you out, neither will Channing. You can stay at the police station nicely, there are food and drinks, and the creditor can't get you too."

Jeffrey slapped her in the face and glared. "Are you serious? I've had hard time raising you and your brother until you grow up, now you're getting rebellious. Why, do you think you could disdain me after you've married a rich guy?"

You can think whatever you want. The bystanders became more and more and Stella did not want to stay there even for a second. She lowered her head and hurriedly left. Jeffrey did not manage to get Clarence down after messing around for almost the whole day. Although Stella had come, she left shortly. Since they had called the police, he would really have a huge trouble if he was caught and kept in the police station. He growled at the bodyguards and said, "Tell your president that I'll come again after a few days!"

The crowd dispersed after Jeffrey left. Nathan walked into the building and said to the man who was standing in front of the French window, "Mr. Conrad, it's already settled." Clarence was shoving one of his hands into the pocket while holding a phone. He possessed an indifferent aura. He then spoke, "Where's Stella?"

She's left.

Clarence sneered.

Yes, she's even...Clarence spoke when Nathan had not finished his words, "Postpone the meeting in the afternoon to tomorrow." Nathan replied, "Okay." Clarence turned on his phone and sent a message to Stella with an expressionless face.

Meet me at the civil affairs bureau at three.

He only received the reply after ten minutes saying: Okay.

Stella was sitting on a long bench along the street. After replying the message, she put her phone back into her purse and put her arms around her legs. She buried her face into her knees. If she had a choice, she wanted to go to a place and start anew where she knew no one and no one knew her. No Jeffrey Ramodil, no Clarence Conrad, and no extreme humiliations.

Not knowing how long had passed, Stella wiped her tears away and was ready to wait at the civil affairs bureau, yet her head felt dizzy the moment she stood up and her head whirled. She fainted in just a few seconds. When she woke up once again, the surrounding was full of disinfectant smell. She was at the hospital. She rubbed her head and glanced at the time from her phone.

It was half past four. Stella secretly gasped. Great, she's doomed. As Stella was going to send a message to Clarence to explain, the curtain beside her was pulled to the side and a nurse said with a smile, "Oh, you're awake. The doctor's done a checkup on you. Your blood sugar value is a bit low for you've not eaten in the morning, that's why you fainted. There's not much problem, you can leave after resting for a while." Stella nodded. "Thank you."

And yes, you're pregnant. Your body is not very healthy, so you must take care of it, especially during the first three months, please be cautious by all means. It's better that you ask your husband to accompany you for a pregnancy checkup here after two days when you're free. The nurse left after reminding her.

Stella was dumbfounded on the bed when she heard her first words. The news struck her and the level of shock and panic she felt was no less than when she knew Jeffrey had owed a high debt worth one million Yuan during the night she had won the price.

It felt like she could clearly see the light in front of her, and she only needed to take one more step, just one, to escape from the darkness. Yet someone had blocked the exit and built a giant wall before her, and she could not go pass it no matter how.

Stella took off the blanket and without caring to explain to Clarence, she straight away registered at the obstetrics department. The doctor said after giving her a checkup, "You're indeed pregnant, the fetus is forty days old and is completely normal. But because you have internal bleeding during your miscarriage last time, and you didn't carry out the follow up care well, there are some problems with your health. Getting pregnant this time is actually not an easy thing. You don't have to be too nervous or anxious, just take good care of your body after going back."

Stella asked with a little fear, "If...I don't want the child, can I do surgery?" The doctor probably did not expect her to say that and only said after pausing for a moment, "You can, but you have to make careful considerations. Due to your health, getting pregnant itself is already not an easy thing. If you abort the child this time, it would greatly affect you, I'm afraid you can't..."

Can't get pregnant anymore?

I can't say that, what I can say is it would be very difficult. It still depends on your health condition.

Stella lowered her head and did not speak anymore. The doctor continued, "Do get back and consider about it first. Plus your body is too weak to do operation now. If you want to do it, you should come back half a month later."

Okay, thank you.

Stella had no idea how she left the hospital. She was in a complete daze. The thought of telling Clarence her pregnancy had flashed across her mind, but with only a split second, she denied it. Clarence's bottom line was pregnancy. He was suspecting her for using the divorce as a trick of playing hard to get. If she told him she had gotten pregnant again at this crucial time point, his accusation towards her would be consolidated.

Plus, she was clear that he would definitely not welcome the child, he would even feel much more disgusted towards it. She searched online along her way back and realized condom could not 100 percent avoid pregnancy. Who could she possibly argue with?

When Sherry returned at night, the house was all dark. She only realized Stella was sitting on the couch covered with a blanket when she turned on the lights. Her eyes were closed and she did not move a muscle, sitting quietly like an old monk.

Sherry sat beside her and waved her hand before her. "Are you meditating?" Stella slowly opened her eyes and spoke calmly, "I'm pregnant."000

Chapter 10: Could It Be That Missus Is Blowing Up at You

Getting pregnant is a good thing, get... Sherry reacted and instantly widened her eyes. "The baby's that bastard's?" "Yeah."

Damn! Then what are you going to do? Tell him?

Stella shook her head and said, "No, we're going to divorce anyway." Sherry paused and asked, "Then...are you going to keep the child?" Stella fell into silence and did not know how to answer. Her instant reaction when she knew she was pregnant was to abort the child. Yet she had pondered for a very long time when she got back. The child in her tummy should not be involved in the resentment between her and Clarence.

Every time she closed her eyes, she felt like she had travelled back in time to three years ago, when the child's life slowly drained away from her body. She did not want to experience that kind of feeling again. Yet, if she kept it... Stella answered, "I don't know, let's see after some time."

Sherry could tell she refused to discuss about that matter any longer, she then digressed with a cheerful look, "Oh yes, I want to tell you a good news. The necklace and ring from the "first love" series produced have received all praises from the magazine, many have started to place orders themselves, they would be extremely popular when going into the market. What's left now is the bracelet... There is less than one week left until the press conference, do you think you'll make it?"

Yes, it would be finished in three days at most.

Sherry heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Since you're pregnant now, could you still make the product? After all, the usage of chemicals is unavoidable during production, why don't you let the agency shop do the job?"

It's okay, I can wear mask and gloves.

Do be careful, tell me if you have any difficulty.

Stella smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After going out of the bathroom, Stella held her phone and hesitated for a very long time. She then finally called Clarence's number. The call was picked up after a while, and Vivian's complacent voice was heard. "Mr. Conrad is now with me. Stop seeking embarrassment."

Oh. Stella hung up without hesitance.

Meanwhile, Clarence was walking out the washroom. Seeing Vivian trying to put his phone back into his clothes, he went there and took over his clothes, asking indifferently, "Did someone call?" Vivian replied with an evasive look, "No, no..." Clarence took his phone and saw the call history from Stella one minute ago.

He looked up and glanced at Vivian. Vivian spoke, "Mr. Conrad, Stella Ramodil asked where are you, I knew you don't want to see her, therefore I use some excuses to dismiss her, I didn't say anything more." Clarence kept his phone away and did not care for the brainless little tricks she used at all.

Just then, his business partner came while smiling from ear to ear. "Mr. Conrad, luckily you've not left. I've booked a cabin at the Twilight Club, let's have fun there." Clarence replied, "Miss Sean is the main one involved in this collaboration, I'll not go now, please enjoy yourselves." Vivian quickly said, "Mr. Conrad..." Clarence nodded at the business partner and left with large strides.

After going out of the office, Clarence went inside a car. The chauffeur asked, "Mr. Conrad, are you heading back to the condominium or the Starry Lake Mansion?" Clarence looked down and glanced at the phone, he replied blandly, "The mansion."

Alright.

After half an hour, Clarence got out of the car and his phone rang. The call was from Stella. He picked up the call but no voice was heard from the phone. He was slightly impatient and he sat on the couch while pulling his necktie. "Speak." Two seconds later, a cautious voice was heard. "Have you...finished your work?"

Stella had actually hesitated to make the call, but if she kept on delaying the matter and did not give him any explanation, Clarence would think she was getting a nerve and it would be more difficult if she wanted to divorce afterwards. It was also a good thing if the call had interrupted him from enjoying himself and that would be her little revenge to him.

What work? Stella fell into a moment of silence, and did not further discuss about the problem. "I'm sorry for today, something unexpected has happened to me, I didn't mean to not go there." Clarence replied coldly, "I've waited for an hour for you, Stella Ramodil."

I'm so, so sorry. I really can't help it. What about tomorrow? You decide the time, or I can wait for you at the bureau's entrance in early morning. You can come over whenever you're free.

I'm not that free like you, I have to go for a business trip to Belgium tomorrow. Having heard that, Stella felt a little disappointed. "Is that so, then we'll talk after you return." That was the bad thing of having an overbearing husband who was also a president, even divorcing required her to queue and make appointment with him. The call was not hung up and Clarence spoke shortly, "Do you want to eat chocolate?" Stella was not able to react for a moment. "Huh?" Clarence repeated with impatience, "I'm going to Belgium, so I ask whether you want to eat chocolate or not?" Stella suddenly remembered the last time Clarence went to Belgium, his business partner there had given him a few boxes of chocolate which was the local specialty to him, and he had tossed it casually on the tea table when he returned.

He did not like sweet food, and did not like snacks too, but Stella loved them. Thinking that he was going to throw those chocolates away anyway, it was no difference if he disposed the chocolates in the dustbin or in her mouth. After a while, Stella then only replied, "No, thanks." Clarence snorted and hung up the call.

As Stella was going to sleep, her phone rang after just a few seconds. Clarence asked, "Where's the sober up drug?"

It's at the third cabinet from the left, and the first row at the top after entering the kitchen, but that's soup and you need to boil it. If you don't know how to make it... Clarence was breathing normally at the other end of the call, as if he was waiting her to continue. Stella continued, "Wake the housemaid up." Clarence hung up the next second.

Stella pouted. She put down the phone and lied down onto the bed once again. No wonder Clarence was that gentle today, it was because he had had alcohol. His temper would always be much better after drinking alcohol, and he was exceptionally easy to talk to too.

Sometimes when Stella was being anxious and aggrieved after being scolded by him, she would wish she could force him to drink several bottles of alcohol before he stepped into the house. Of course, she would never have the balls to do that.

Clarence did not wake the housemaid up. He pressed his throbbing temples, drank a glass of cold water and went upstairs. He entered the bedroom and as he was going to take his clothes and entered the bathroom, he saw rows of female clothes that had not been touched for a long time. Stella seemed to have left the house for almost a month.

This afternoon, he had asked Nathan a question at the entrance of the civil affairs bureau, "If a woman insists to divorce, besides getting advantage from it, what would be the other reasons?" He was indeed annoyed these days. Stella said she only wanted to divorce him without wanting to get any money from him, but that kind of excuse was obviously nonsense. He could tell that from her father's reckless action down the Conrad Tower today.

Yet Stella's attitude was that determined, and she did not grab such a good opportunity to blackmail him today. That had truly baffled him. Nathan asked in a cautious manner after keeping quiet for a long time, "Mr. Conrad, could it be missus is blowing up at you?"

Blowing up?