Seven days after Stella left.

Seraphina had just finished performing. Brad went to pick her up. On their way home, Seraphina was watching short videos.

"I got married at twenty-three. Now, I'm thirty-two, and I'm going to get a divorce."

"Sister, is it because you don't love him that you're getting divorced?"

"Yes, we hate each other."

Brad trembled, turned his head, and looked over.

He couldn't see the woman's face.

But he knew it was Stella's voice.

She said she didn't love him.

Said, she hated him.

It was too ridiculous and absurd.

Stella's mother had passed away early, and her father had also passed away a few days ago. Besides him, she had no one else in the world to rely on.

She couldn't leave him.

Even though she'd mentioned divorce many times, Brad knew that she was the one who didn't want to get divorced.

She couldn't bear to leave him, and she cared more than anyone about having her own home.

Divorce, the arguments, were just Stella's way of getting his attention.

How could she not love him?

Brad thought, but he felt uneasy and depressed.

He desperately wanted to know Stella's answer.

So, he pulled the car over and, ignoring Seraphina's confusion, took out his phone and wanted to send Stella a text message.

But when he looked at it, the last message, which he had sent Stella, asking her when she would come home, had not been answered.

Before that, she had told him to let the lawyer handle everything and not to disturb her.

He thought about it.

He decided to ask her where she was.

But he got a red exclamation mark.

Stella had blocked him.