Stella York took out her cell phone, pressed the screen to light it up, and looked at his photo, her eyes turning dim.
He didn't like taking photos; they had been together for eighteen years but didn't have a single group photo.
Even the one in her hand was taken secretly when he was asleep.
The man in the photo had his eyes slightly closed, sleeping on his side.
An enchanting face, with a fluid outline, like an artwork crafted by a master.
You couldn't find a flaw anywhere.
He was the man she had loved for eighteen years, from her naive youth to now.
Loved him to the point of losing her dignity, without asking for anything, as long as she could stay by his side...
She never imagined that one day, her only wish would be to stay away from him, as far as possible.
Stella York's eyes welled up with tears, but she hastily wiped them away.
Not letting herself overthink.
This is her child, and regardless of whether Lucas Scott wants it or not, she will keep it.
