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

At the admission party of the Ivy League schools, the uncle next door who had been in love for a long time knocked me down.

Despite the measures I took, I still won the bid unexpectedly.

In my previous life, I married him as I wished because of the child in my belly, but I had no chance of getting into Ivy League schools.

It was clearly him who pounced on me and spent the whole night obsessed with me, but on our wedding night he scolded me for shamelessly drugging him.

"Stella Morgan, you will never touch me again in your life!"

Since then, he has done everything he can to humiliate me.

He even transplanted his daughter's heart into His first love's daughter without telling me.

While he and His first love were celebrating the successful operation, I died tragically on the way to Rosehill Cemetery holding my daughter's ashes.

When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn into that extremely absurd night.

When I saw the man lying next to me, my heart stopped.

The pain all over my body as if I had been run over by a car and the mess on the ground reminded me that I was reborn.

While Alexander Vance was still asleep, I tiptoed to put on my clothes and prepared to jump out the window and escape.

"What are you doing!"

The sudden sound from behind scared me so much that my legs went weak and I fell down.

By the time Alexander ran to the window shirtless, I had already limped away.

But I didn’t know that even if I didn’t go through the main door, I would still be photographed by the paparazzi.

In particular, the dress that was torn by him caused heated gossip among enthusiastic netizens.

The only difference is that the hot search in this life is not about the Vance family prince and the neighbor's auntie's one night of absurdity.

Instead, the prince of the Vance family was slept with by a bold woman, but the woman ran away with her pants pulled up.

Looking at the photo, in which Alexander stretched out his hand through the window but caught nothing, and looked angry, I was also very angry.

I jumped out of the window and ran away, not wanting to have anything to do with him. Shouldn't he have bought some firecrackers to set off?

Why did you make this expression that triggered everyone's imagination?

Everyone was wondering what kind of woman could sleep with Alexander and make him so reluctant to part with her...

I don't know which of their eyes saw that Alexander was obsessed with me.

All I know is that Alexander must hate me to death.

Rubbing my red and swollen ankle, I quickly deleted the tens of thousands of Twitter posts that showed my secret crush on him.

In my previous life, I couldn’t bear to delete them, so I gave my Twitter posts and my secret crush diary to Alexander as a surprise on our wedding night.

He only took one look at me and then mocked me:

"Stella, you are so shameless that you have been coveting your uncle who is seven years older than you since you were little!"

At that time, I argued:

"You and I are not related by blood, so what does it matter if we are seven years older? Didn't people who are seventeen years older still get married?"

He was so angry at my disrespectful attitude that he slammed the door and left.

That night, he went to the bar and ordered a hundred beautiful girls to spend the night together.

What if others laugh at me, an orphan girl, marrying into the Vance family? In the end, I will still be alone in an empty house?

But I enjoy it.

Being able to marry Alexander and have a child with him was something I never dared to dream of.

As my belly grows bigger, I believe that this child will eventually become a easer in our relationship.

I also believe that as long as I never give up, I will eventually be able to warm his heart.

But starting from his wedding day, he would bring a different woman home every day.

He obviously looked down on those casual women, but he forced me to serve them.

Those women took the money and always knew how to humiliate me and please him, their financial sponsor.

Kneeling on the ground and barking like a dog, licking the milk spilled on the ground, and dancing the most humiliating dance with a bulging belly...

Because everyone knows that my weakness is the baby in my belly.