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Undoubtedly, he was worried that Guinevere would make a big deal out of the two slaps she received.
But the man‘s eyes unexpectedly revealed a kind of smile.
He put his finger on his brow ridge and chuckled. “She actually hits people?”
“Miss Cohen must have said something unpleasant to Mrs. Ford.”
Ben said, “Mrs. Ford seemed to be very angry.”
However, even if it was Guinevere who provoked her first, assaulting someone wasn‘t right. What did this rather relieved tone of Mr. Ford mean?
Weston knew what Guinevere had said to her. It was nothing more than to irritate Stella with the deal between them. All he had to do was go back and coax her a bit.
“Is there anything else?”
“Mrs. Ford…”
Ben hesitated but still told him the truth in the end.“ Mrs. Ford met Justin today. It seems he‘s gone to Tina‘s office to help her out.”
The man opened his eyes and cast a cold glance at him.
Ben touched his nose nervously, wondering if he had said the wrong thing
“But Mrs. Ford should have nothing to do with him anymore, and I didn‘t see any inappropriate behavior...”
The more he said, the worse it became until he did not know why he was being honest.
He clearly knew how possessive Weston was of Stella.“ I‘m sorry, Mr. Ford...”
“The company has sent over the details of the contract...”
He attempted to change the subject, but Weston interrupted coldly.
“What did they do?”
“Nothing! Really!” Ben said. “It was just a friendly hug when they parted. But I am very sure that it was a polite hug!”
The more he spoke, the more anxious he became.
Weston swept a cold glance at him with eyes that were like crackling ice.
The air around them froze, and the temperature dropped a few degrees.
Ben shut his mouth and didn‘t dare to say more.
Stella headed straight to the kitchen once she got back to Stardust Mansion.
Joan was a bit surprised. “Ma‘am, do you want to cook by yourself?”
Stella nodded.
It was the last dinner, she thought.
She wanted to bring it all to a close.
Joan was unsure of Stella‘s intention and thought she had changed her mind and wanted to be with Weston properly.
So, she said nothing and went to do her own work happily.
Soon, the Maybach pulled into the gate of the mansion.
Joan was waiting outside and she greeted Weston when he got out of the car. “Mr. Ford, you‘re back...”
She paused for a moment, realizing Weston did not look so good. “Did something happen?”
Weston ignored her. He casually handed her the suit jacket and strode into the mansion.
She could feel his solemn aura just by looking at his back.
She exchanged glances with Ben, who got out of the car soon after and asked softly, “What happened? Why does Mr. Ford look so angry...”
Ben shook his head, signaling her not to ask more questions. “We‘d better stay out of his business with his wife and do our own thing.” He was annoyed that he had just said the wrong thing and deeply regretted it.
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Stella was in the kitchen when she heard footsteps and subconsciously looked back.
Seeing Weston walk in, she asked, “Why are you back so early today?”
“What, you don‘t want to see me?”
The man pushed the man directly against the glazed table the next second.
Her back hit the hard surface of the table, and she hissed out of pain. “Be gentle... Let go of me...”
Weston‘s eyes darkened. Hearing her refusal and thinking of her meeting with Justin today, he thought she was rejecting him because she had met someone else.
This only prompted him to clutch her waist harder. “I can‘t even touch you now, huh?”
“What are you talking about?”
She struggled a little, and her face showed impatience. However, it was this look of impatience that irritated Weston.
A cloud of gloom flashed across his eyes. He untied her apron, threw it on the floor, and carried her directly up to the countertop as he reached out to probe upwards.
Stella shuddered at the touch of his calloused fingers on her skin and slapped his hand away forcefully. “What are you doing?!?!”
Weston bit her earlobe and uttered one word.
“You.”
The water behind her was still boiling.
She felt one tender kiss after another land on her neck. She trembled as her skin felt his warmth.
She took a deep breath to calm herself down before hoarsely pleading, “Not here, okay?”
Weston was gasping. As he heard the unmistakable tremble inside her voice, he had no choice but to settle down.
Looking down at her disheveled clothes, he tidied them a bit.
“Go and take a shower,” he said.
Stella frowned slightly, somewhat disgusted by his beastly behavior that craved sex anytime, anywhere.
But thinking that today would be the last time, she relented.
She was about to get down, but Weston picked her up and headed straight to the bathroom.
She didn‘t know what was happening, but she could clearly feel that he was in a hurry today.
If it were not for the fact that her legs were shaking, she was sure he would have pushed her into the bathroom and had his way with her alréady.
This time, he seemed more intent on cleaning her whole body, especially her arms, back, and chest.
He grabbed her arms and lathered her body again and again under the shower to the tune of her skin becoming a little red and sore.
Uncomfortable and in pain, she could not help but remind him, “I‘m already sparkling...”
“Does it hurt?” He looked up and asked.
She nodded. “What‘s wrong with you today?”
He stared at her and, without saying a word, lathered her body again before finally wrapping her in a towel and bringing her out.
That one thought of her cuddling with Justin was way more than he could rationalize.
Even scrubbing her until her skin was red couldn‘t wipe off the soot that choked his heart.
Stella struggled to sit up after being placed on the bed.
“Wait.
“Are you thirsty ? Let me get you some tea, okay?” she said to him.
Weston‘s eyes darkened even more as he stared at her in silence. Stella already had a hunch about what was to come when she saw his face.
His tempestuous, deep eyes swirled with countless dangerous whirlpools , as if whipping up a tornado that was about to make landfall.
Stella got up, and as she passed by his side, she could hear his heavy huffing.
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When she came back with a cup of tea, Weston suddenly grabbed her wrist, making her drop the cup on the floor
Crash!
The cup shattered, throwing shards of broken ceramic in all directions.
Water flowed on the floor, and two dried flowers lay on the plush carpet.
The crocus–like flowers spread beautifully.
He stared at the woman coldly with his solid gaze. “Tell me. Are you thinking of poisoning me like the last time?”
Stella shuddered. She raised her head quickly and met his gaze. “How did you…
Though she knew very well in her heart that Weston would find out one day, she did not expect him to know at such a time.
Her reaction answered all his questions.
His eyes turned red, and he grabbed her by her neck. “Do you want me to die?”
He could accept that she was acting in front of her, but not for a second did he anticipate that… the person he shared his bed with actually wanted him dead.
“Do you hate me that much?”
He increased the force of his grip and looked at the face that was slowly turning pale from suffocation.
At that moment, he really wanted to choke her to death.
“Do you really want to poison me to death?”
Stella was speechless.
Tears rolled out of the corners of her eyes.
She stared straight at the man in front of her with short, rapid breaths.
Weston inhaled deeply and let go of her before she suffocated.
Immediately, she fell onto the carpet like a broken doll, wheezing and coughing her guts out.
The man turned around to face away from her, and a chilling aura filled the room. In a voice like a demon from hell, he said, “You told me that you didn’t kill Zachary. It turns out that I was the one you wanted to kill, am I right?”
Stella stared blankly at the floor and didn’t deny it.
He turned around and condescendingly looked at her. “ You wanted to kill me with oleander, right?”
She still did not deny it, nor did she look at him.
The man dropped to his knees in front of her, cupped her chin, and made her look into his eyes.
“Zachary’s death was an accident. You wanted to kill me with the oleander but accidentally killed him, didn’t you?”
“I did not!”
Stella looked him straight in the eye and said stubbornly, “I didn’t kill him, and neither did he die unintentionally …”
“Still denying it?”
Weston pinched her chin hard until her skin was bruised. “Hayden told me that your emotions would make you somewhat aggressive, but I did not expect you would want me dead, and you even dragged Zachary into this.”
She closed her eyes.
She knew that it was useless no matter how she explained.
“I wanted to kill you, but I never meant to do anything to Zachary. He’s innocent.”
“Stella!”
He suppressed his voice, called her name, then whispered in her ear with seething, unabated rage. “You hate me that much? You hate me so much that you want to kill me???”
Those sweet moments from the past flashed before him.
For a moment, it was like they were back in the old days. The only difference was that he would not ignore her and leave her alone like he used to.
He always thought that Stella wanted to go back to the past just like he did, but in the end, it was all just wishful thinking.
“You’ve been pretending and acting. You’ve never taken me into your heart…”
“Yes. I no longer love you.”
She suddenly pushed him away and pierced her stare into his eyes. “What makes you think I would willingly love you after what you did to me? On what basis?
“I stopped loving you the moment you chose Guinevere on the rooftop and abandoned me. No woman would love a man who wouldn’t hesitate to give her up.”
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Stella closed her eyes.
She would never be able to face the man in front of her as long as she recalled the past. “You know, even when you gave up on me, I didn’t hate you. I just didn’t want to love you…
“I didn’t hate you then because you simply didn’t love me, and you just abandoned me. However, my child was dead, and there was no way I could forgive myself, much less you.
“But I still had Roger. I wanted to start a new life, even if there was little hope left. I still wanted to live… But what did you do?
“You forced me. You obliterated whatever little life I had left and separated me from Roger!”
She almost gritted her teeth when she said this.
He did not know that she had learned of Roger’s death, so he thought that the separation she was talking about was just so that the two of them would never see each other again.
But Stella had made it very clear that it was his death that did them apart.
Weston’s voice was extremely hoarse, and his eyes were
bloodshot. “He had an unacceptable intention for you. You treated him like a brother, but he never treated you like his sister. I don’t think it was a bad decision to keep you both apart.”
“Is that so? It looks like you have done me a favor…”
Stella stood up. She looked horribly thin, like a fallen leaf drifting in the wind.
“You said that it is for my sake, but it’s all an excuse to satisfy your own selfish desire! Are you really going to prevent Roger from having inappropriate feelings for me? You’re just trying to monopolize me. You only want to possess me; you don’t actually love me!”
He moved forward and locked her wrists, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “And what about your claim to love me? You gave up on us so easily.”
“Haha, hahaha…”
Stella laughed abruptly. “Do you know how many years I have loved you?”
Her tears kept falling. “I gave up on us so easily? I’ve loved you for so many years… I can’t believe you’re actually saying this…”
His pupils contracted. “What do you mean by many years?”
It had only been two years ago since they first met. At most, Stella was only in love with him during their time together.
What did she mean by so many years?
She shook her head, unwilling to talk about the time when she had a crush on him. She would never bring it up in front of him again.
To her, it was a brand of shame.
“Say it clearly.
Weston, however, was unwilling to let her escape. He intensified the force of his hand and was on the verge of crushing her jaw. “When did you start loving me?”
“This does not matter anymore.”
She gently brushed his hands away. “What matters now is that I don’t love you anymore.”
She looked at the man’s darkening red eyes. She thought he would be furious at first, but he calmed down.
The pair of deep eyes looked at her solemnly. He ran his fingers on his face with a touch of unprecedented tenderness.
“I don’t need you to love me.”
His gaze was soft yet cruel. “I just need you to listen to me.”
She took a deep breath and slowly calmed down. “As you wish.”
He yanked her hair, and when he tightened his fingers, she hissed. There was a sharp pain in her scalp.
She opened her eyes to look at him. The corners of her eyes were a little red, but she stubbornly kept them from tearing.
He played with her hair, twirling it around his fingertips. “I heard that you slapped Guinevere today?”
She sneered. “Why? Have you come to chastise me?”
He was silent.
She looked at him sarcastically. “She told me you promised her that you would divorce me and marry her in exchange for her dropping the charges against me. Is that right?”
“Yes.”
He admitted without hesitation.
He stared directly into her eyes. His overpowering, suppressing aura made her tremble.
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“Do you want to make me the third wheel again?”
“So what, don’t you want to kill me as well?”
His large palm was clamping her chin, disabling her from lowering her head, and she was forced to tilt her head upward and look at him.
Weston looked like he was trying to penetrate the deepest part of her soul. “Since you know it was a deal, then the two slaps you gave her cannot be considered a wise action. I hope you will apologize to her before the court hearing tomorrow.”
This one sentence was the last straw.
She pushed him away frantically. “That’s impossible! I would rather die!”
She shouted hysterically. “I will never apologize to her! Never!”
“She killed my child and nearly killed me. She ruined my whole life. You are both murderers! You are headsmen!”
“STELLA!!!”
He roared suddenly and cupped her face, restricting her movement with force. “You killed her son, too, and nearly killed me…”
She quieted down instantly, tears swirling in her eyes, and it was how she gazed straight at the man before her eyes.
She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t.
Her chest was heaving violently, but her face was unusually stoic.
She inhaled deeply. Emotions surged in her chest like a whirlpool, so intense that it was almost agonizing.
The string, which had long been taut to its limits, was about to snap.
But the man in front of her was still recklessly tightening it, still pressuring her.
Why?
Why did he have to force her?
Whose fault was it that she had come to this point…
Stella began to breathe heavily, and her eyes looked dull.
Her thoughts were disorganized, as if she could no longer think straight.
What should she do? What was she supposed to do?
She hated it so much… And she was so tired…
Was it her own fault that she had come this far?
She was wrong.
She was wrong for not dying sooner.
She was wrong for not doing it sooner.
If she had ended her life in the beginning, so many conflicts wouldn’t have happened and there would not be so much suffering…
Indeed.
Her death was the only way to solve the problem.
She was unaware that she had an extreme depressive mood swing that caused her to blame everything on herself.
How much better would it have been if she had died early?
Somewhere in the man’s heart caved in as he watched her sudden confused and painful appearance with his red eyes.
But the thought of her embracing Justin and her plot to kill him made him fail to contain his anger and desire to destroy everything.
He pushed her away coldly. Then, watching her fall onto the carpet, he turned around mercilessly and left.
“You are emotionally unstable now. You need to calm down. Someone will bring you to the court tomorrow. Do your best. Don’t waste the days I spent preparing everything for you.”
Stella watched him leave. She collapsed on the edge of the bed and watched Weston’s back disappear at the end of the room door without blinking. She knew it would be the last time she looked at him. She closed her eyes tightly; her body was stripped of its strength. She really could not hold on anymore.
Infinite darkness overwhelmed her, and her thoughts could no longer sustain her as she continued to live.
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She was exhausted, very, very exhausted.
She did not want to hate or love.
She did not even want to live.
Pain gripped her chest every time she breathed, and her head felt like it was being slashed.
She had no one left to love.
All the people she cared about had left her.
The love she once regarded as her salvation was the source of her destruction.
She couldn’t help but look at herself and think that she was downright sinful, disgusting, worthless, and unworthy of redemption.
She should die, just die…
She covered her face.
Weston was right. She had planned to kill him.
What difference did it make to who died? She already had the idea of killing someone.
Or maybe he was right, maybe Zachary really did die because of her…
Because of her inattention.
No matter how it went, the boy died from the oleander, didn’t he?
It was oleander was cultivated by her own hands.
Stella suddenly broke out into fits of laughter from the uncertainty and sorrow.
She didn’t know why she was laughing or crying but only knew that the tears wouldn’t stop falling and that she didn’t even know why she was alive.
In the evening, it started to rain, and the dark clouds were thick.
Peals of thunder rumbled in the distance, underscoring the drab, depressing atmosphere.
Ben held up his black umbrella and glanced at the slender man beside him.
“Mr. Ford, you won’t be staying in the mansion tonight?”
Weston said coldly, “Go to the office.”
He ordered as soon as he got into the car. “After Hayden gets everything ready, tell him to send a copy to me for review.”
Ben nodded.
He now realized that Weston had actually prepared a backup plan- the proof of Stella’s mental state.
If Belle and Nicole suddenly turned against her, this would be the key to turning things around, that was, Stella was suffering from a mental disorder and was legally unfit to take responsibility for her actions.
He has calculated almost every step.
The most important step, however, was to seize power from the old man. Only then could he lay out the subsequent steps.
Even if he encountered some difficulties, he was always able to quickly come up with another set of plans to remedy the situation.
Ben couldn’t help but admire him.
That man was a born leader.
There was nothing he couldn’t achieve as long as he wished for it.
That woman, Stella, was the only variable in his life.
Because of Stella, he often found that Weston was unlike his old self.
He had become out of control, paranoid, and autocratic. “Don’t let anything bother me until the court hearing tomorrow.”
As soon as they reached the office, he dropped his orders and went straight into the building.
Ben hurriedly began to execute his order.
On his way, he ran into Michael and Diana and sighed as he watched their incomparable love for each other.
He wondered when he would ever see Weston and Stella like this.
On the way…
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After a while, Diana felt tired of walking. “We’d better go back now, Riley is still at home…”
Michael planned to bring her out for a date but sighed when hearing what she said. “Isn’t that niece of yours a little bit inconsiderate?”
“Don’t say that. Her classmate just passed away, so she wants to stay with me for a few days. It won’t be for long anyway…”
Michael shook his head and stop complaining. “You are pregnant, so you are the boss.”
Diana pecked him on the cheek. “Thank you, darling!”
The man pinched her face, smiling.
When they got home, they were much more restrained.
Riley knew that she’d been disturbing the two lately, so she tried her best to lower her voice.
In fact, she wasn’t as annoying as Michael made her seem to be. He simply felt she was often in the way of his alone time with Diana.
“Uncle, Aunt, you are back.”
Michael responded with a brief grunt and went straight to the study. Diana hurriedly said, “Don’t take it to heart, he
is always like this.” Riley smiled. As a niece, she was naturally happy to see her aunt having a good relationship with him.
After dinner, she suddenly asked Diana, “By the way, is Stella‘s trial happening tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
Diana nodded, a little puzzled. “You seem to be quite concerned about her.”
“Just curious,” Riley answered with a smile.
Michael and Diana knew that she was heartbroken over the death of her classmate, but they didn‘t know the person was Roger.
And because of Michael‘s long–standing feud with his sister, very few of the Belfords knew that they were siblings.
Riley wanted to return to campus at first, but when she heard about Stella‘s case, she became a little worried about her.
Stella was, after all, the sister of the person she was deeply in love with, and she did not want anything bad to happen to her.
After a short rest, she returned to her room. In her hand, she was holding the recorder that Roger left behind before he died.
She didn’t dare to listen to it until now. She didn’t want to waste the last thing he gave her.
Right when she was deeply absorbed in thought, there was a knock at the door.
“Riley, are you taking a shower?”
Riley stood up immediately to answer the door. She replied, “I’ll be right there.”
After that, she walked past Diana and headed to the bathroom.
Seeing her room door was left open, Diana shook her head. “Careless girl…”
As she walked to her room, she saw the recorder on the carpet and bent down to pick it up.
Just when she wanted to put it somewhere, she accidentally pressed a button, and it started playing.
Startled, she hurriedly tried to turn the recorder off, not wanting to violate Riley’s privacy, but that was when she heard a familiar voice from the speaker.
“Stella, what exactly do I have to do to get you not to tell Diana that I cheated on her?”
She would never fail to recognize the owner of the voice. He was the man who just hugged and sweet–talked to her a moment ago.
For a very brief moment, Diana felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and her blood was flowing backward. She suspected that she might have heard wrong.
She froze on the spot and listened to the conversation in a self–tormenting way.
Michael didn’t know why Diana took so long, so he went to look for her.
Seeing her standing at Riley’s room door, not doing anything, he called out to her. “Darling, why are you standing here?”
She ignored him.
He frowned and went in. “You…”
“You say that you love Diana, but why did you fool around with my roommate? Don’t you think that you should not have made such a mistake in the first place?”
This was Stella’s voice.
Michael blanched for a moment, realizing that this recording was the conversation he had with Stella that day.
“Diana, I can explain…”
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The rain last night was much less intense.
When Stella woke up the next morning, she saw that the branches of many plants in the backyard had snapped off from the strong wind.
She pushed open the window to bring in the fresh air.
She stood on the balcony to sober up a bit. Then, she changed her clothes as she usually did every morning, walked downstairs to sit on the sofa in the hall, and waited for Ben to come and pick her up. Ben arrived right on time. His expression eased a bit when he saw Stella sitting there, all ready and waiting.“ Mrs. Ford, the trial is about to begin. Let‘s go.”
Stella stood up and walked silently to him.
He studied her face and said to her out of concern that she would feel nervous, “Don‘t worry too much. Everything has been taken care of. Miss Cohen has dropped the charges and will not appear as the plaintiff. There will only be Mr. Warren...” While he reminded her of the precautions, she felt rather calm.
She was in fact much calmer than she ever was in such a situation.
As he was talking, he noticed the unprecedented calmness on her face. Finding it rather unusual, he stopped. “Mrs. Ford, is there anything you don’t understand?”
“No. Ms. Hampton has told me all about it yesterday.”
She smiled and said to Ben, “You don’t have to be too nervous. It’s my business. You make it look like you’re the defendant.”
She was still in the mood for jokes, so Ben touched his nose and smiled reservedly.
Indeed, he looked a little uneasy. Finally, he decided to tell her. “Sorry, Mrs. Ford. I was the one who accidentally told Mr. Ford about you and Justin yesterday…”
Stella seemed unconcerned and showed no expression on her face. “You are his personal assistant. It’s your job to supervise me. Don’t worry about it.”
Ben was surprised by her answer. He felt odd and was still a little guilty. “I know there is nothing between you and Justin, and I was just reporting to him about your day, as usual, I didn’t expect that Mr. Ford’s reaction would be so big…”
When he said this, he felt a little guilty.
If this had happened in the past, he would never believe that a friendly hug would enrage Weston this much—
When Weston was with Guinevere, he never even cared when Guinevere shot intimate scenes. But after he got together with Stella, he turned extremely over possessive.
Ben saw him do a lot of things that he would never have done before. It wasn’t his first time displaying such pure and intense possessiveness, though, so he felt a little sorry for her.
It was obviously a small matter, but it could have caused them to fight.
Stella smiled and did not say anything. “Let’s get in the car.”
He pulled open the car door and watched her get in.
The car wafted steadily across the road. Everything was going well.
In the car, she suddenly asked, “Where is he?”
“Mr. Ford has a multinational meeting today, so he
cannot accompany you to the trial,” Ben stiffly made an excuse for Weston.
He rarely lied, so he was a little nervous.
Weston should’ve been by her side at a time like this.
He had made so much preparation for her, so Ben thought he would’ve definitely accompanied Stella, what more in such a period.
Besides, the meeting wasn‘t that important and could have been postponed. But to his shock, Weston wasn‘t showing up and was simply letting her face it alone.
He had no idea what went on in Weston‘s mind.
He obviously treasured Stella and took care of everything, yet he was absent at such a time.
Was it necessary to be so angry, though?
Stella propped up her chin and looked out the window, ignoring Ben‘s comfort.
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Ben could see that she was a little upset, so he said, “Mr. Ford still cares a lot about you. It’s just that he can’t let go of his pride sometimes…”
“I want to be quiet for a while.” Stella turned her head and smiled at him.
There was a peaceful glow in her eyes, though the glow was like a pool of dead water.
Ben froze for a moment, that strange feeling growing deeper and deeper.
Yet, he could not describe it, so he could only nod.
“Okay, Mrs. Ford. Have good rest. The car soon arrived at the entrance of the courthouse . Tina was already waiting there with her lawyers, ready to go.
At the door, Stella saw Warren sitting at the plaintiff’s table.
Warren looked like he aged a lot. When he got out of the car, he glanced at Stella from afar and then shunned away disdainfully.
She did not say anything and simply nodded to him, expressionlessly.
The calmer she looked, the bigger the fire burning in Warren’s heart.
He sneered. “Do you think that you will be fine with Weston’s support for you? I am not a person to be trifled with either. The outcome has not been decided yet!”
She smiled at him. “You are absolutely right.”
Her indifference made him feel very uneasy, as if he had just thrown a punch at a pillow.
He glared at her. “Don’t think that I will let you go by acting weak! You killed my great–grandson, and I must make you pay with your life!”
She remained silent.
After he finished talking, she asked, “Are you done talking? Can I go in already?”
Warren’s face turned stiff. Holding his walking stick, he inhaled deeply and said to his lawyers, “Let’s go.”
Tina approached Stella. “It’ll be better if you lessen arguments with the plaintiff before the trial.”
Stella shook her head. “I am not arguing with him.”
“Good then.” Tina brought her in.
Ben stopped at the door.
He stood in front of the stone carving of a lion’s head, watched the courtroom door slowly close, and exhaled .
The trial soon commenced.
A low–profile luxury car slowly pulled up at the landing of the high stone steps.
Ben focused on it and found it very familiar.
It seemed to be the Gust that Weston would occasionally use. A car synonymous with the term ‘post–opulence,‘ it was a limited edition, with only two units ever built in the world.
This was why Ben remembered it.
Weston looked in the direction of the court from inside the car.
He rolled down the window only after Stella‘s figure disappeared from his view.
He lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, but didn‘t smoke it.
There were a few visible scratch marks on the back of his palms , marks that Stella made when he held her in the kitchen.
A few of the buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned, revealing his chest where similar scratch marks were visible.
Stella was docile when she was obedient but was very rebellious when she was not.
When she was comfortable, she would scratch him subconsciously, but she would also do the same when she was not.
Ben walked over to him and interrupted him. “Mr. Ford?
“You came,” he continued respectfully.
“Hmph,” Weston replied, his eyes still fixed on the courthouse.
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Ben wasn’t too surprised that Weston actually came.
He was clearly concerned about his wife, so why did he have to put himself in such a dilemma?
He would only push his woman further and further away.
“Mrs. Ford is in good shape today. If there is no accident, the trial should go well.”
Weston wasn’t worried about the trial. He had made so much preparation that diminished confidence was out of the question.
However, even though a desirable outcome was almost a sure thing, he still wanted to see Stella walk out of the courtroom with her name cleared.
Ben stayed by his side and waited quietly with him.
As a light drizzle came upon the area, the low rumble of a car got louder as it approached from the distance.
A white Lexus stopped in front of them, and a man in casual clothes stepped out
“Mr. Ford, so you are here. I went to the office just now, but the receptionist told me you were not in the office.”
Michael smiled, pulling his collar. His red eyes told of how little sleep he must’ve slept.
He always looked neat and clean, though he looked a bit messy at the moment.
His tie was nowhere to be seen, and the top of his shirt was left unbuttoned casually. He was unshaven , and his eyes were bloodshot.
He looked disheveled and miserable.
“I guessed you would be here. It‘s Stella‘s trial today. You will certainly accompany her.”
He let out an ambiguous smile that looked fake.
His appearance alerted Ben. “What brings you here, Mr. Sealey?”
Michael‘s face turned gloomy instantly, and he charged toward Weston. His tone had lost its initial calmness, and the anger he was holding back was finally cut open. He glared at Weston.
“I‘d like to ask Mr. Ford about his wife, Stella, who also happens to be my niece... about what she said to Diana!”
When he uttered the last word, he was almost gnashing his teeth.
How could he have ever imagined that? Thinking that everything was flawless, he would still end up with Diana knowing that he had cheated on her.
He could never forget Diana‘s heartbroken look last night.
She was standing at Riley’s room door, looking at him with a pale face and streaking tears.
His heart ached as he watched.
For a moment, he really wanted to go back in time and strangle himself.
Why was he such an a*****e at that time? Doing those things that made her sad…
He knew she would be sad, but he did it anyway.
He could find countless excuses for himself in front of Stella, but when facing Diana, the woman who carried his child, he became speechless, unable to utter a single word.
He had prepared a thousand excuses to explain himself, but he could say nothing to her face.
Diana was still standing there with red eyes and tears streaming down her face waiting for him to speak.
In the end, he only said three words. “I am sorry.”
Then, he saw the light on Diana’s face fade instantly. Her face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and her body shook uncontrollably.
He hurriedly moved forward to hold her. “It’s all my fault. You can scold me or hit me, but don’t hold it in your heart. You are pregnant…”
At the mention of this, her face changed immediately, and she pushed him away violently. “Get out of the way!”
He tried to stop her and even knelt in front of her.” Diana, don’t go…”
He tried to beg her not to be so impulsive for the sake of the baby.
They argued and fought for a long time that day.
Later, Riley figured out what had happened and was a little shocked.
She did not know that Stella and Michael were related.
What’s more, she did not know that the uncle she had always thought was Mr. Nice Guy was actually unfaithful to her aunt behind her back.
Riley originally wanted to side with Diana and scold Michael, but Diana was still pregnant, and she shouldn’t get too emotional.