Every time Stella had that nightmare, a faceless child would be standing in front of her, trembling. She would try to get a better look at the child, but the thick, white fog would surround them. The moment she reached out her hand to touch the child, the entire scene would disappear in a puff of smoke. When the fog cleared, what she would see next would be the last thing she wished to see. It was that dreadful scene that would shatter her heart into a million pieces.“You have one choice between the two. Who do you choose?”“I choose Gwen… She’s afraid of heights…”“...”Each word pierced into her heart like a real knife, tormenting her with excruciating pain, even though she was actually dreaming.The scene changed. Suddenly, she was lying on the street. Her lower body was covered in blood. Her child was slowly flowing out of her body. Meanwhile, not so far away, two shadowy figures were in a sweet embrace, mockingly trampling her and her baby’s misery and tragedy…Stella sat u

That day, Yvonne didn’t go straight home. She usually did when she got off work. Instead, she went to Stella and asked if she would like to go shopping.Stella thought about it for a while and accepted Yvonne’s invitation. She had just got off the phone with Roger, who told her that he was going to a party with his classmates that evening. Since they were starting a new life in a new city, Stella thought it would be a good idea to make new friends, and she agreed to go out with Yvonne.“My husband invited some guests to dinner this evening,” Yvonne told Stella, “and I really don’t have anything to wear! Will you help me choose something nice?”“Sure,” replied Stella. “But I must warn you that my fashion sense is pretty lousy!”It had been ages since Stella was as relaxed as this when she and Yvonne spent time together. It even helped Stella forget all her pain and heartaches, even if only temporarily. They had so much fun that day that Yvonne was reluctant to part ways when it was

After that, Yvonne changed into her new clothes. She loved wearing red because it contrasted nicely with her snowy white skin and accentuated her striking facial features. Wearing her new dress, Yvonne looked bewitchingly stunning. Even Stella couldn’t take her eyes off her.The two women had been in the room for so long that Lucas had to come up and rush them himself.“Hurry up!” he barked as he banged on the door. “They’re here!”Yvonne gathered up the hem of her dress and rushed to the door when she heard her husband’s voice. As soon as she opened the door, Lucas was visibly taken aback by the sight of his beautiful wife. However, he only showed it by raising his eyebrows slightly. The anger on his face dissipated a little, and he didn’t sound as impatient as he did before.“Can’t you hurry up a little?” he asked. Yvonne had many bad habits, but her lack of punctuality got on Lucas’s nerves the most. He would often nag at her for never being on time for anything.Yvonne knew

Weston’s long eyelashes cast dark shadows under his eyes, but he remained silent through it all. He calmly regarded Stella in scrutiny while Stella sat beside Yvonne in silence, as if she did not notice him staring at her.Stella would never have guessed that the guests Yvonne talked about were Weston and Guinevere. What a small world it was! She thought of the irony of them meeting again, when Weston was so adamant about sending her off out of his sight. Despite everything, Stella was curious to see how Weston would react next, now that he’d seen her.“I had the same thoughts myself when I first met Ella!” said Yvonne with some astonishment. “She looked just like a friend of mine! I guess it is a strange coincidence. I never thought that two people who aren’t twins could look so much alike. It was weird enough that I knew someone who looked like Ella. I can’t believe that you know someone who looks like her too!”Yvonne then turned towards Stella and studied her face.“Such a pret

Yvonne was the type of person who would always stand up for herself. She would never let anyone mock or taunt her without a fight. She could sense Guinevere’s jiving tone earlier, and she didn’t care if it was intentional. She just had to fight back.Once Yvonne was done talking, Guinevere’s face turned cold and frigid. The air got tense again. Silent awkwardness ruled the table.Nobody spoke. Yvonne dangled a spoon aimlessly, seemingly unaware of the gravity of what she said. Lucas pushed food onto Yvonne’s plate, urging her to eat. Yvonne accepted the food without saying anything.Yvonne knew that Guinevere didn’t like the fact that she had a baby out of wedlock because it was something that tarnished her pure and noble reputation, but she deceived herself into thinking that she was fine. She might pretend that it didn’t matter to her, but she was obviously troubled by it.As for Yvonne, she didn’t care that they had a child out of wedlock. Things could happen, especially between