Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home.
One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, “Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow.”
“I want a divorce,” responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon’s stone-cold heart.
Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man.
Waylon’s blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy.
“So, you couldn’t even wait a while before jumping into another man’s arms?” he queried distastefully.
“And who are you to question my decision? It’s my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!” Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes.
Waylon immediately lost it.
