In the cafe.
Stella looked around the familiar decor but remained in silence. The waiter served them coffee. Both of
them had ordered cappuccino. She actually preferred espresso. She liked the kind of pure bitterness.
Yvonne had a different preference-she had a sweet tooth.
It was only after Yvonne made her order that Stella ordered the same one. This was the very cafe she
met with Guinevere the last time. She didn’t expect that she would come here again and sit on the very
same table. The only difference was that now, she was with Yvonne.
It felt totally different. Yvonne didn’t know where to start. She called out to Stella out of impulse. But
after she calmed down, she regretted it.
But seeing Stella even more anxious than her, she slowly calmed down.
“Do you want to tell me anything about that day?” She didn’t want to be judgemental, so she didn’t
sound too definitive. She still hoped that it was a misunderstanding. Stella’s face turned sour. “I don’t
know what I should say. Maybe you wouldn’t believe me even if I told you; even I find it ridiculous.”
Wasn’t it? When she was his wife, he never took her seriously and simply treated her as a dispensable
houseworker.
He divorced her for Guinevere. He did not give her a glance after the divorce. Even when she was
facing the threat of the kidnappers on the rooftop when she was pregnant with his child, he saved
Guinevere without hesitation.
But it was this very man-the one that she thought she would never meet again in her life who appeared
in front of her in a dignified manner now, asking her to be his mistress. How could she tell Yvonne that
the famous Weston Ford had forced her to be with him after meeting her that day at Lowe Garden?
What kind of woman had a man like him not met?
He and Guinevere were the publicly recognized couple.
Guinevere was a rare beauty in the entertainment industry. On the contrary, Stella was someone who
would admit that she was not as charming although she did not look bad.
Even if Yvonne believed in her words, she herself would not be convinced.
Yvonne had no idea what happened between her and Weston. In her eyes, she was the mediocre Ella.
Yvonne was hazy after hearing her words. But after much contemplation, she couldn’t help but say,
“You should know that Weston and Guinevere were getting married the day you came to my house,
right? Maybe they’ve already tied the knot now, but they just haven’t officially announced it to the public
yet. The last time when you were at my house, you should have heard them say that they would soon
be preparing for the wedding…” “I know.” Stella lowered her head, staring at the cup of cappuccino.
The white foam floating on top of the coffee was slowly settling down.
“I don’t want this either…” She sounded very frustrated. If it was another woman who had said this,
Yvonne would have scoffed.
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