Love after divorce - Chapter 313

Chapter 313:

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Apart from himself, RK didn’t let anyone else know about this. The outside world had always thought that Alia was a part of his private life, but to be honest, it wasn’t.

The reason he deliberately concealed the fact was that he wanted everyone to think that Alia was his biological daughter and let her have a happy childhood with other children her age. Therefore, he didn’t say anything about it; no matter what the outside world said, he didn’t explain.

However, that day, he wanted to tell Stella about it.

To be honest, Stella was very surprised to hear the news. She had thought about all the possibilities, but she had never expected that Alia was not RK’s biological daughter.

“I found her and adopted her at the police station!” RK continued.

Not long after he and Stella divorced, he was in a very low mood. He often drove aimlessly on the road until one day he witnessed a car accident. A car crashed into a large truck carrying goods. His car was not far away.

He remained calm and called an ambulance. When the ambulance arrived, he helped with the rescue. He saw that the man in the driver’s seat was dead. The woman in the back had protected the baby in her arms with her life, and while the woman was dead, the baby was still alive.

Later, he went to the police station to record his statement. He heard from the police officer that the baby had no relatives and might be sent to an orphanage.

At that moment, when he recalled how he helped with the rescue and saw the baby in the hospital, he felt that the rest of his life was meaningless. It was better to adopt the child, and she was the current Alia.

After listening to the story, Stella couldn’t help but sigh. Fate was a joke. She had just experienced the feeling of walking through the gates of hell a while ago. It was hard to tell if she was alive or dead. She didn’t expect Alia to suffer such a blow when she was young. Alas, what a pity.

“After having Alia, my life seemed to get back on track little by little. I was no longer so decadent, and I began to feel a little happy. My greatest joy every day is the time I spend with Alia. She is an unfortunate child, so I wanted to try my best to make up for the misfortune she suffered before. What I told myself was, ‘RK, Alia is the heir of your life!'”

“Oh, so that’s how it is. If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have asked you.” Stella sighed.

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“Even if you don’t ask me, I would have still told you.” RK smiled. He didn’t want to hide anything from Stella. He would tell only her about Alia. He didn’t know why, but he seemed to have endless trust in her, as if telling her that was what he should have done.

Stella felt that her IQ had dropped after staying in the hospital for a while. She and RK were at odds with each other. How could they sit together peacefully and chat now? Now, was it time to tell each other their little secrets? Fate was surely wonderful.

“Since that’s the case, RK, as an exchange, I will tell you something that no one else knows!”

“Well, go ahead!”

“Since I was a child, I was closest to my mother. Although I can’t remember what she looks like now, at that time, my father often didn’t go home.

My mother was the only one who was with me. She told me stories before she went to bed. The comfort I got when I failed and got hurt was all from my mother. It seemed that my father never cared about my growth. Later, my mother quarreled with my father, and then she wanted to divorce him.

I knew that my father made an unforgivable mistake, so my mother didn’t forgive him. Later, before my mother could divorce my father, she fell ill. Before she died, she struggled to sign the divorce agreement with my father.

Not long after my mother died, Isabella moved into my house with Tristan and Sophia and occupied my mother’s bedroom. Later, I learned that the reason my father didn’t care about me and ignored me was that he gave his love to a daughter named Sophia. It turned out that he already had a daughter with Isabella outside.”

As Stella spoke, she recalled what had happened when she was a child. She remembered the scars of the past and felt a little pain in her heart.

“I was still living in the home that I was most familiar with, but I felt that I had become an outsider. They ignored me and laughed at me.

I knew their contempt and disdain for me. When I was six years old, David was not at home, and that was when Isabella beat me for the first time. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t dare to. I could only grit my teeth and endure it. I hoped someone could save me, but unfortunately, I squatted in a small corner of my room and laughed at myself. What was I thinking?

How could I expect someone to save me? Who would save me? That was the time when I should have spent my whole life happily. I yearned for it. I longed to grow up and leave. I wanted to escape from the place where I grew up, where I was bullied by my family.

Sometimes, I wished I were even killed by a car when I went out. That way, I wouldn’t have to live such a torturous life. I didn’t dare to write all my emotions in my diary because I had no privacy. Isabella would enter my room when I was not around. I had no reason to let her find out any of my secrets.”

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