Westonâs face turned ashen. It was something he could never deny.
âAt the time, I didnât realize how much you meant to me,â he explained. âI was also too conceited, believ ing that my men would definitely save you no matter what.â
With a deep frown, he slowly continued, âGuinevere was pregnant back then. It was important to Chris
Ford that she remained stable because if she suddenly remembered everything and exposed the truth,
it wouldâve completely destroyed his reputation.â
âI get it now,â Stellaâs brows knitted. âSo you were taking everyone into consideration⦠everyone except me, right?â
Weston seemed all choked up, unable to utter a singleword.
âI see what your love is like now,â Stella got up to her feet. âIâm sorry, but I just canât bear your kind of lo ve. Letâs just end things here.â
âWeston,â she added, âI havenât contacted you in these three years and never told you that Iâve been ali ve all along because I wanted you to know that Iâve made up my mind. From now on, weâll just be perfe ct strangers to one another.â
Once she had coaxed Elias and Emma to sleep, Stella settled down on the couch in the living room an d just sat there, lost in her thoughts.
Miguel, who had just returned from work, took a seat beside her and asked, âWhatâs wrong? It looks like somethingâs troubling you.â
Stella shook her head silently, not quite willing to confide in him.
Miguel studied her expressions for a while before he got up and headed towards the fridge. He soon returned with a can of cold beer and pressed it to her face.
âAh!â Stella cried before turning to Miguel with a scowl. â What are you doing?â
âI just donât like seeing you with a long face,â Miguel laughed. âYou look much prettier when you smile.â
Stella sighed, then decided to tell him everything that had transpired in the past two days.
Miguel just sat there and listened to her in silence without interrupting her with any comments. When sh e was done, all he asked was a simple question.
âHas your heart softened for him now?â
âWhat?â Stella jerked her head towards him, visibly surprised by his question. âHow has it? Why would you think that?â
âI just feel that everything he did made sense,â replied Miguel. âIâm just worried that you might go back t o him â¦â
âAll I can think of now,â said Stella, âis how things never had to turn out the way they did at all. There w ere so many things we couldâve avoided, but how did everything turn out this bad?â
She just could not help thinking that Weston and herself were like oil and waterâ
they were simply incompatible. Right now, every time she saw him, all she could think of was all the suf fering and pain she had endured in the past.
It did not matter how he explained himself. No matter what, all that pain heâd caused her was real.
Stella simply couldnât get over this fact.
âPerhaps he just didnât love you enough,â Miguel stated bluntly. âIf he really did love you, then heâd neve âMaybe youâre right,â Stella chuckled. She took the cold. can of beer from Miguel and gulped it down. âItâ
She thought of how forlorn Weston looked as he stared at her before she left.
âIs there really no chance for us at all?â he asked her.
âNo,â Stella heard herself tell him in an icy voice. âIt doesnât matter what really happened in the past. The suffering can never be erased.â
Love shouldâve inspired them to be better; it shouldâve been a source of joy, not something that reminde Even now, when Stella closed her eyes, she could still see the look on Westonâs face.
He looked utterly crushed and despondent. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed till all that was left wa âYeah,â Stella concluded with clear conviction. âThatâs right. Itâs all because there wasnât enough love be âYeah,â Miguel echoed. âItâs because you donât love each other enough. He doesnât love you enough, an