Chapter 722

The flight lasted eleven long hours.

The private jet landed at Sydney Airport at 7:05 a.m. local time.

The May air in Sydney was damp. The sky was a hazy gray, and a light drizzle was falling.

Briony and Cedric left the airport and took a cab directly to the apartment Stella was renting near the university.

Half an hour later, they pulled up in front of the building.

Just as the cab stopped, the front door of the apartment building swung open, and a man and a woman emerged, walking side by side.

It was Stella.

She was chatting with a young man, and both of them had faint smiles on their faces.

The young man opened an umbrella, tilting it to shield Stella from the rain. He was of Asian descent, tall and slender, with a handsome, fair face. Standing next to Stella, they looked very much like a couple.

They were talking and laughing, the atmosphere between them warm and friendly.

Briony hadn't expected to be greeted with such a scene, and a terrible premonition washed over her.

She turned to look at Cedric in the front passenger seat.

He was staring intently at Stella and the young man, his profile rigid, his jaw clenched tight.

Briony knew he was furious.

She was about to say something to calm him down, but Cedric had already thrown

the door open and stormed out of the car.

"Dr. Clarke..."

Briony gasped, quickly paid the driver, and jumped out to follow him.

But it was too late.

With a startled cry from Stella, Cedric punched the young man, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Cedric Clarke, are you insane?!"

Stella rushed forward, spreading her arms to shield the young man.

Cedric's second punch, fueled by rage, stopped just inches from Stella's face.

Her eyes were red as she glared at him, her own anger flaring. "Cedric Clarke, you're getting more and more out of control! How could you just attack someone like that?"

"He's the one

one wanted to hit!" Cedric

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snarled through gritted teeth. "Stella, so this is why you had to go abroad. It was for him. No wonder you just left a divorce agreement and disappeared if you like pretty boys so much you should have just said so! I would've gladly let you go!"

"What did you say?" Stella stared at him in disbelief. "Cedric Clarke, is that really the

kind of person you think I am?"

"It's not what I think, it's what you are!"

"Dr. Clarke!" Briony ran over, frowning as she tried to mediate. "There must be a

misunderstanding. Star isn't like that..."

"You're best friends. Of course you'd take her side."

Briony was at a loss for words.

Cedric looked at Stella and shook his head with a cold sneer.

"Stella, you just think I took advantage of you, don't you? You feel like I'ye trapped you for the last four or five years? Fine! You want a divorce? Let's get one! It's been exactly a month since the papers were filed at city hall Briony's private et is still here." e you have the guts, come back to Northborough with me right now. The second we land, we'll go straight to city hall and get it done!"

Stella stood up and walked toward Cedric, step by step.

She looked at the man before her, his face twisted with an anger so intense he was almost unrecognizable. He was a stranger.

A voice in her heart whispered, Just let it go. Even the most passionate love has been worn away by these endless arguments.

Now, not only did Cedric not believe in her love for him, he didn't even believe in her as a person.

So this was what it meant for two people in love to become unrecognizable, to hate the sight of each other...

A sharp pain spread through Stella's chest, and her face grew pale. "Cedric Clarke, do you really mean all of that?"

Cedric's hands, hanging by his sides, were clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked.

His heart ached and swelled, feeling like it was about to explode.

He had lost all control of his reason, and every word he spoke was laced with poison.

"Aren't you the one who's been dying

for a divorce? Cedric's voice was thick with rage, the corners of his eyes turning red. "Stella you abandoned your busband and child to run off and fool around with some

pretty boy. Did you really expect me to get on my knees and beg you to come home?!"