Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 10

Stella turned to Weston. “Mr. Ford, I’ve packed up my things in the mansion. When do we go and get our divorce certification?” When he first mentioned the divorce, she had once fantasized about trying to save their marriage. But now that Guinevere had appeared, she only wanted to stay far away from him. Weston looked straight at her upon hearing what she said. He stared at her briefly before saying, “I’ll get the lawyer to inform you.” Stella nodded. “Okay.” She showed no reluctance at all as if she had fully accepted this decision. She went past Weston, intending to leave. Weston’s eyes darkened and abruptly called out to her. “I said, you can only see Roger after Gwen is safe.” Stella stopped and pursed her lips before explaining, “I’m not going to see him.” She had her back facing him and never turned around even as she spoke. Weston slipped his hand into his pants pocket and went up to her. “Where are you going?” As Stella felt him closing in and the sense of oppression grew, she suddenly rebelled. “I don’t have to report that to you, do I, Mr. Ford?” Since they were getting a divorce, he had no right to control her anymore. Weston was stunned for a moment. He stared at her back before returning to his aloof self. “Do as you please.” He walked past her and never looked at her again *** Stella didn’t actually know where she could go. She only wanted to escape from Weston and his suffocating aura. She wandered the hospital mindlessly, thinking only about Roger. Weston had already promised he would pay for the remainder of Roger’s medical bills, so Stella had no right to interrogate him even if he cheated during their marriage. Her feelings seemed insignificant compared to such real problems. With so much on her mind, Stella didn’t see a man in a wheelchair up ahead. She had wandered onto a path in the rear garden, and when they passed each other, Stella accidentally knocked into the man’s wheelchair as the path was too narrow. Bam! She regained her senses and immediately apologized. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” “I’m fine, don’t worry.” A clear and gentle voice comforted Stella’s uneasiness. Sitting in the wheelchair was a handsome man with elegant features and a warm smile. He even looked worried as he looked at Stella. “You don’t look so good. Are you