FakeNovelChapter 61
Stella stared at him, disbelief and bitterness etched across her face. "If you think money doesn't matter," she
shot back, "try freezing your credit card and living without it. Then tellhow much it counts. And do you really
think I'm with you for your money? What else should | appreciate? Your habit of running off at midnight for other
women? Or how you turninto a maid, cooking for your precious first love? Or maybe it's how, when | need
help, you ask if I'm the one at fault instead of standing by me. Or when | was in danger, you hung up onand
left with someone else?"
She paused, locking eyes with Haynes. "But let's say, for argument's sake, | was after your money. Funny, | don't
seem to have gained any assets."
When Rachel returned to the country, she moved into the best ocean-view property in Neo-Vespera, easily worth
millions. Haynes had bought it without a second thought and transferred it straight into her name. Meanwhile,
moving out of the O'Brien Mansion, Stella could only afford a rented apartment.
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Five years as Mrs. O'Brien, she couldn't compare to a fling back from a six-month stint abroad. If there was
anything more ironic, Stella couldn't think of it. Being Mrs. O'Brien had beca bitter joke.
Haynes frowned. "Rachel doesn't have long. Why are you so caught up on someone who's dying?"
"Dying?" Stella scoffed, a wry smile on her lips. "Are you sure about that?"
Haynes could hear the skepticism in her voice, and his expression hardened. "What are you insinuating?"
"Haynes, how about we make a bet?" Stella suggested, her tone light yet loaded. "Let's wager whether Rachel
will be gone in six months."
Stella had been pondering this for stime. With her talent for lies and theatrics, Rachel might be faking the
whole terminal illness act. Apart from her occasional fainting spells, she showed no signs of someone on death's
door. And someone supposedly grappling with a fatal illness wouldn't have the energy to schall day, would
they?
"That's ridiculous," Haynes replied coldly.
"What? Afraid you'll lose?"
His face remained impassive. "Medical advancements are happening every day, and Jasper is actively seeking
specialists for Rachel. Her condition might not be untreatable."
Stella wondered what kind of spell Rachel had cast on Haynes to make him so loyal.
Haynes seemed eager to change the subject. "What's your second condition?"
Her gaze was steady as she spoke, each word deliberate. "Haynes, | want a divorce."
His patience finally snapped. "Stella, I've agreed to your demands. You want one hundred million dollars, don't
you? Fine, | said I'd give it to you. How long will you drag this out?"
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His annoyance was palpable. "Where did you learn these petty games?"
Stella met his gaze evenly. "Haynes, do you still think I'm playing games with you?"
His eyes bore into hers, intense and unwavering. "You love me, don't you?"
For a moment, Stella froze, but she quickly recovered. "You read my diary?"
Haynes' eyes flickered with something unreadable. "Keen accidentally broughtyour diary instead of my
planner."
Stella had always kept a journal. That diary chronicled her five-year marriage. Before Rachel returned, Haynes
had been good to her. He was young, handsome, and influential. Falling for him wasn't hard, especially since he
was her husband.
But hearing it from Haynes now, a different phrase cto mind.
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