On the Other Side of Red Dust, He Is No More

"Stella, you know what? I have ten thousand ways to make the evil child in your belly die quietly. I advise you to be obedient. Maybe when I'm in a good mood, I will look at the child more after he is born."

I also thought about whether I should beat the child and let each other go.

But no matter whether I beat my belly, fell from a high place on purpose, or even rolled down the stairs while climbing a mountain, the baby stayed stubbornly in my belly.

Even those women tried to attack me many times, but they failed.

Every time, I was covered in wounds, but my child was unharmed. The most serious time was when I had spotting for a long time.

Mrs. Vance made a big fuss about this and invited hundreds of doctors, fearing that something might happen to the baby in my belly.

In the end, the doctors congratulated me and said that the child was growing so well!

At that moment, I suddenly felt relieved.

Even if Alexander doesn't love our child, I can give him all my love.

I just thought of myself as asking Alexander for help.

But who would have thought that my daughter went through so much hardship in my womb, yet was safe and sound, and finally died in Alexander's hands.

Thinking of this, I quickly deleted my Twitter posts and burned my diary. All traces of having loved him were gone.

As for my daughter in my belly, I don’t want to make her suffer anymore.

Just as I was about to go out to buy medicine, the doorbell rang.

This time, the Vance family arrived faster than in the previous life.

You can't escape what you have to face.

The person outside the door was not Mrs. Vance as I expected, but Alexander's sister Victoria Vance.

Without saying anything, she raised her hand and slapped me:

"Stella, you are an ungrateful bastard. My brother took pity on you and adopted you, and this is how you repay him?"

I swallowed the blood in my mouth and asked her in confusion:

"Auntie, did you misunderstand me?"

Before Alexander and I had any physical contact, he was very nice to me.

It was so good that Victoria was jealous of Alexander's kindness to me and was particularly unhappy with me.

At this moment, Victoria had a look of astonishment, with question marks all over her face.

That’s right, ever since I realized my romantic feelings for Alexander, I no longer call him Uncle, let alone Victoria Auntie.

After she came to her senses, she threw the paparazzi photo of me falling to the ground in my face:

"The sun is rising from the west! But it's no use calling me Auntie!"

"Others may not recognize it's you, but I won't make a mistake!"

"I'm warning you, put away those little thoughts of yours, our Vance family is not yours to marry into! Even if you call me aunt, I won't let you marry into the Vance family!"

Victoria is right, the Vance family is definitely not something I can marry into.

My father had been kind to Alexander, and because of this kindness, Alexander, who was seven years older than me, adopted me as his uncle after my father passed away.

He took good care of me for five years, even better than he would his own sister.

This difference makes me have a romantic feeling about him.

The difference in status made me keep my feelings hidden very well.

If Alexander hadn't tackled me himself, I would have just tried my best to be his good niece.

I picked up the photo and denied it:

"Auntie, the paparazzi farts nonsense every day because they have nothing better to do. Do you want to follow suit?"

In the previous life, because I walked through the main entrance with Alexander, all the ambiguous traces on my body were clearly photographed.

Alexander, who had never been interested in women, was caught and broke his vow of adultery. Mrs. Vance, who was worried about Alexander's marriage, immediately decided to let him marry me.

Unfortunately, Alexander refused to obey.

It was not until I found out I was pregnant before I entered school that Mrs. Vance, who was eager to have a grandchild, forced Alexander to marry me.