Chapter 1177

Such a man could only truly love after a great loss, even at the cost of death, before he could realize what it meant to cherish someone. Regardless, belated love was lowlier than none. Stella was no longer the one who would give all her heart upon receiving just a little warmth. … It was very late at night. Weston stood on the balcony, holding a thick stack of papers in his hand. They were all about Stella’s life experiences in the past three years. He never thought that this woman would fake her death to escape from him. And he was actually unaware of it. He thought of the corpse she left behind three years ago. He did not even notice that it was not her at all until the car was burned to ashes. She had been living a prosperous life these past few years, with the Garcia family supporting her, so it was unsurprising that he hadn’t been able to find out about her. He was more focused on sorcery and faith, hoping that those strange powers would allow her to see him again. Bu