NovelEnglishStella fluttered her lashes quickly, trying to brush off the tension in the room, but Beck caught her chin, tilting her face upwards.
“Stella, do you really think | won't harm you?”
She had crossed his line one too many times.
With a resigned sigh, Stella closed her eyes, presenting a silent dare—if he wanted to, he could go ahead and do it.
Beck frowned deeply, then moved past her as if to leave. He was halfway through putting on his jacket when he heard footsteps
behind him. It was Stella, approaching him once more.
She wrapped her arms around him from behind, her voice barely a whisper. “Beck.”
“What are you doing back here? Don’t you know the Moore family is still hunting for you? A year ago, you poisoned two people,
and they're not letting it go.”
Jason's parents were still stuck on that incident. She had left, so whye back?
“Beck, | missed you.”
Stella clung to him, not wanting to let go.
Beck glanced down at her hands entwined around his waist. He raised a hand, intending to cover hers, but stopped midway.
“Let go.”
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“Beck.”
Stella knew what his reaction would be, and it stung. Reluctantly, she released him.
Without a second thought, Beck turned to leave, reaching for the door. Stella chased after him, calling out, “Beck!”
He paused but didn’t look back, quickening his steps.
Stella managed a bitter smile as her phone rang—it was Dave calling.
“You ready yet? | can’t hold them off much longer. The Moore family’s pressure is intense. You have to be out by morning.”
“Dave, I'm good to go. Be there soon.”
Dave sighed in relief on the other end and drove up to pick her.
Stella got into the car and buckled her seatbelt.
Dave glanced around, seeing no sign of Beck. “You crashed his wedding and still expect him to be nice? Stella, you're pushing your
luck.”
Stella leaned back, exhaustion etched on her face, saying nothing.
As he drove, Dave tried to reason with her. “When that baby didn’t make it, | told you—sthings aren't meant to be. Forcing it
only harms everyone involved. Maybe you and Beck aren’t meant to be.”
Stella had borrowed someone else’s child to disrupt Beck's wedding, nearly exposing herself in the process.
For a year, the Moore family hadn't stopped looking for her. If she showed herself, they'd likely drag her before Jason's parents.
Stella glanced down at her stomach.
Two months ago, she had given birth alone in a dimly lit room, only to lose the baby. It seemed like fate’s cruel joke, a punishment
of sorts.
She had spent the year hiding near the border, living in constant fear, unable to get proper prenatal care. When the baby didn’t
survive, it felt like her past sins catching up.
Once she recovered, she heard about Beck's uing wedding. The persistent ache in her heart intensified, and she had to see
him.
Seeing him, she realized she couldn't stand the thought of him with someone else.
Human desire can be overwhelming.
So, she asked Dave for something to help, not expecting things to go wrong. Beck had woken up in the middle of it all, looking at
her like she was trash.
A year ago, she ot to tell him—she was actually quite clean.
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But it didn’t matter; Beck wasn't interested.
Tears streamed down Stella’s face as Dave's voice broke through.
“Stella, you need to let this go. Beck's like the moon in the sky, not meant for people like us.”
Stella remained silent, her tears flowing freely.
Meanwhile, back at his place, Beck felt restless.
About six months ago, he had a hunch that the person wasn’t really Bess, but he had no proof—just a gut feeling.
Today, when handed that glass of water, the feeling resurfaced.
He secretly swapped the drink, choosing not to partake.
And then he saw Stella—that audacious woman.
Beck was sure he didn’t drink from that glass, yet something inside him stirred.
When Stella looked at him like that, it was easy to get pulled in.
But he wasn’t sure about his feelings for her, so he chose to avoid facing them entirely.
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