Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce-Chapter 188: A Humble Love

"Wren Sutton, I love you."

Those words were the last straw for Stella Sinclair.

"Wren Sutton..." Stella murmured the name, her fingers clenching as if she’d been burned.

’That woman’s last name is also Sutton.’

Stella remembered the day they had dinner at the Sawyer Family’s home. Spencer Sawyer had told her himself that he was in love with someone.

At the time, she’d thought it was just an excuse Spencer was using to get out of the arranged marriage and hadn’t taken it to heart.

Now, she saw just how ridiculously wrong she had been.

A woman’s intuition told Stella that the woman staying in the postpartum care center had to be Wren Sutton.

The secret she’d discovered in the study was like a poisoned dagger, piercing Stella’s pride in a particularly humiliating way.

She had loved Spencer Sawyer with all her heart, never wavering, and had finally secured a marriage contract, only to be denied his love and affection.

But this woman, this Wren Sutton, had won Spencer’s love—a love he had apparently hidden deep in his heart for many years.

By what right!

"AHHH!" An irrepressible scream tore from her throat.

Stella’s hands gripped the letter, tearing at it furiously as she laughed through her tears.

The harsh RIIIP of tearing paper was piercingly clear in the silent study.

Once, twice, three times, until the paper was reduced to countless shreds, just like her shattered heart.

But it wasn’t enough. It was nowhere near enough!

Her eyes red, Stella spun around and lunged at the bookshelf, her arm sweeping wildly across it.

Hardcovers, paperbacks, heavy tomes, and loose files—CRASH!—they all came cascading down, thudding and smacking against the floor.

She grabbed anything she could reach and hurled it. Porcelain trinkets shattered, picture frames cracked...

The outburst drained the last of Stella’s strength. She collapsed amidst the wreckage, staring blankly at the chaos-filled room as a colossal wave of despair and grief washed over her.

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. Hugging her knees, she began to sob her heart out.

’I don’t want to be a madwoman,’ she thought. ’The cruel truth forced me into this.’

That evening, Stella Sinclair drove back to the Sutton Family home.

Ms. Dawson was just getting ready for bed when she saw her daughter appear at the door—hair disheveled, eyes red and swollen, looking completely lost.

Her heart lurched with a bad feeling. She quickly pulled her daughter into her arms and led her to the bedroom.

Her eyes filled with anguish, Ms. Dawson grasped her daughter’s cold hands, her voice trembling. "Maya, what happened? Did Spencer Sawyer... did he hit you?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Stella shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "He didn’t hit me, but what he did hurts me more than any blow ever could."

Ms. Dawson breathed a small sigh of relief. "Well, as long as it wasn’t domestic abuse. If he dared to lay a hand on you, I’d kill him."

"There, there, sweetheart, don’t cry. Tell Mom what happened. I’ll make it right for you."

Stella buried her face in her mother’s shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.

’How could she even begin to explain?’

’They hadn’t shared a bed on their wedding night, her husband had left on a "business trip" the very next day, and then there was the secret she’d found in the study.’

"Mom, my heart hurts so much it feels like it’s going to die. I’ve never done anything to hurt anyone, so why is fate so unfair to me? Why?"

How could Ms. Dawson’s heart not ache as well? Stella was her only daughter, and she had never let her suffer the slightest grievance growing up.

And yet, just two days after getting married, her daughter had come running home in tears. She refused to believe Spencer Sawyer had nothing to do with it.

"Maya, you have to tell me how Spencer Sawyer hurt you. There’s no way you’d be this heartbroken otherwise."

Between sobs, Stella recounted how she had found the letter in the study, and she spoke the name that she now hated to her very core.

"I’m his wife, the rightful Mrs. Sawyer, but he’s never once said he loves me. He’d rather give all his love to an outsider than spare even a little for me." Her voice was hoarse, filled with resentment and a sense of worthlessness.

"That woman’s last name is also Sutton. I saw Spencer go into a postpartum care center with my own eyes. He must have been there to visit her."

As Ms. Dawson listened, her expression grew darker and darker, her chest heaving with rage.

"Spencer Sawyer has gone too far! How dare he keep a woman on the side? That’s outrageous!"

Ms. Dawson’s voice grew sharp with fury.

"I’m going to the Sawyer Family’s home right now to demand an explanation! Is this how they raised their son? To marry my precious daughter just to trample all over her?"

"Just getting the marriage certificate without a wedding, keeping the marriage a secret from the public—I already put up with all that! I can’t believe the Sawyers still aren’t satisfied. Well, they can’t blame me for raising hell now."

Ms. Dawson wasn’t joking. As she spoke, she stood up and started to walk out, her well-manicured hands clenched into fists, her whole body trembling with anger.

"Mom, no!" Stella grabbed her mother in a panic. "You can’t go to the Sawyer Family’s home! Don’t go!"

Ms. Dawson looked at her with bitter disappointment. "Why not? Are you just going to let them walk all over you? Maya, when did you become such a coward? You’ve disappointed me so much."

"If you go to the Sawyer Family and make a scene, Spencer will just hate me even more," Stella cried, tears falling like pearls from a broken string.

"What if he wants to divorce me?"

"I don’t want a divorce! Mom, I don’t want a divorce! I love Spencer Sawyer! I can’t live without him! Please, don’t go to the Sawyers’, okay? I’m begging you..."

This desperate, debased love had become a shackle around Stella’s own neck.

Seeing her daughter in such a state, Ms. Dawson’s heart felt as if it were being sawed by a dull knife—a pain worse than death.

She stopped and sank heavily back onto the edge of the bed.

Her daughter’s cries pierced her heart like needles. She couldn’t help but think of her late husband, and her eyes reddened as she choked back a sob.

"If your father were still alive, Spencer Sawyer wouldn’t dare treat you like this, not even if he had ten times the nerve."

Filled with endless nostalgia and grief, Ms. Dawson slowly closed her eyes.

Her husband had been the pillar of their family. When he was alive, the Sutton Family was so prominent, and her daughter was such a happy, carefree little princess.

But now, that pillar had crumbled, leaving her and her daughter to fend for themselves. She even had to second-guess herself just to seek a little justice for her own child.

This sense of powerlessness coiled around her like a poisonous vine, suffocating her.

"Mom, I’m sorry. I’m useless. I couldn’t hold on to Spencer’s heart," Stella said, gently hugging her mother.

Ms. Dawson opened her eyes and patted her daughter’s back, her voice softening considerably.

"You don’t have to apologize to me. The one who should be apologizing is that bastard Spencer Sawyer. He betrayed my daughter’s sincere love. He’s not a good husband."

"It’s getting late. Go to sleep. No matter what happens, your health is the most important thing."

...

「The next morning.」

Ms. Dawson dressed herself meticulously, exuding an air of aristocratic grace.

She picked up her Hermès handbag, walked into her daughter’s room, and said to Stella, whose eyes were still red and swollen, "Mom’s going to the supermarket to buy some of your favorite things. I’ll make you soup for lunch."

"Okay, Mom. Come back soon." Stella, believing her, nodded and went back to sleep.

Ms. Dawson kissed her daughter on the forehead before she left, then gently closed the door, got in her car, and drove away from the Sutton residence.

She didn’t go to the supermarket. Instead, she entered the address of the postpartum care center into her navigation system.

’Since she couldn’t raise hell at the Sawyer Family’s home, she would go find Wren Sutton.’