Secretly Married for 4 Years, He Regrets to Tears After the Divorce Chapter 186: Related to Mrs. Lancaster

Stella Sinclair was distraught, her eyes rimd with red.

No wonder Spencer Sawyer had been unwilling to get close to her last night, even when he was tipsy from drinking. Any other man would have long since given in and succumbed to temptation.

Now, it all made sense.

Stella Sinclair didn’t have the courage to walk into the postpartum care center.

She couldn’t bear to imagine the scene she would witness. She didn’t want to be utterly humiliated, and she was afraid she would lose control and do sothing drastic, pushing Spencer Sawyer even further away.

Stella Sinclair turned, disheartened, and returned to her car. Her eyes were dim, her gaze fixed on the revolving glass door of the center with near despair.

After waiting for two hours, Stella Sinclair’s legs were numb from sitting in the car, but her heart was even number than her body.

When that familiar figure finally appeared at the entrance, she took a deep breath and quickly picked up her phone to dial Spencer Sawyer’s number.

The dial tone sounded especially shrill in the cramped car. One ring, two rings... Her nails dug deep into her palm.

"Hello." Spencer Sawyer’s voice ca through the receiver, as lukewarm as ever.

Stella Sinclair feigned composure and asked with concern, trying hard to make her voice sound gentle and normal, "You’ve landed in Marinus, right? How are the hotel arrangents?"

Spencer Sawyer: "They’re arranged."

"Do you have an assistant with you?"

Spencer Sawyer replied expressionlessly, "I do."

Stella Sinclair: "Good. As long as soone’s there to take care of you, I can rest easy. By the way, I forgot to ask before you left, how long is this business trip?"

"About a week, but it might be shorter." Spencer Sawyer’s reply was smooth and practiced.

Stella Sinclair endured the ache in her heart and forced a smile into her voice. "Okay, co ho soon after you finish your work."

"Take care of yourself while I’m not ho."

"You too."

They both hung up at the sa ti.

Stella Sinclair let out a cold, heartbroken laugh. ’When a man lies, he really isn’t afraid of being struck by lightning. So calm and collected, not even his breathing was disturbed.’

Watching Spencer Sawyer drive away, she stepped on the gas and quietly followed him.

A few minutes later, Stella Sinclair watched with her own eyes as Spencer Sawyer parked his car in front of a five-star hotel very close to the postpartum care center, then pulled his suitcase inside.

’So his so-called business trip was just leaving ho to stay in a hotel in the sa city.’

"Spencer Sawyer, you bastard."

This was the first ti Stella Sinclair had ever cursed at Spencer Sawyer.

’Sure enough, she ant nothing to him. The affection from their childhood was worthless in his eyes. Only she was still foolishly holding on, naively believing that love would eventually blossom after marriage.’

In the end, reality slapped her hard across the face.

Even so, Stella Sinclair had no intention of giving up on this marriage.

’She and Spencer Sawyer had a marriage certificate. Her marriage was protected by law. Why should she step aside for so shaless, howrecking fox?’

’So what if there’s an illegitimate child from an unwed pregnancy? Things like that are a di a dozen among the wealthy elite; it’s nothing special.’

’As long as she was the legitimate Mrs. Sawyer, the mistress was nothing more than a lowly concubine in her eyes, no better than an ant. No matter how many children she had, they would never be entered into the Sawyer family’s official records, and inheriting the family fortune was just a daydream.’

Stella Sinclair sat in the car for a full ten minutes, letting her anger rage through her.

Then, with a cold expression, she started the car, made a U-turn, and headed back to the postpartum care center.

The crisp CLICK-CLACK of high heels broke the silence of the postpartum care center’s lobby.

"Ma’am, who are you looking for?" the front desk staff asked in a gentle tone.

Stella Sinclair lifted her chin arrogantly, exuding the superior air of a young mistress from a wealthy family.

"A Mr. Sawyer was here just now. Look it up for —which new mother was he here to visit?"

The staff mber looked troubled. "I’m sorry, we cannot disclose any client information."

Stella Sinclair was unfazed. In her eyes, there was no problem that money couldn’t solve.

"Na your price. I’ll transfer it to you."

The staff mber was shocked. "Ma’am, you are insulting my profession and our center."

Stella Sinclair gave her a disdainful once-over. "You look like a student fresh out of college. Nowadays, people look down on the poor, not the prostitutes. What’s this nonsense about insults? You’d have to be a fool not to take free money. I won’t breathe a word of this afterward, so what are you afraid of?"

The staff mber stood by her professional principles, unshaken.

"No matter how much money you offer , I will not sell out a client’s information."

Stella Sinclair’s brows furrowed, and she chided angrily, "I’ve never t anyone as stupid as you."

"Whether I’m stupid or not isn’t for you to decide."

"You!"

Stella Sinclair was so furious she could grind her teeth. She had no ti to reason with the woman and decided to lay her cards on the table.

"I’ll be honest with you. That Mr. Sawyer just now is my husband. I saw him leave this place with my own two eyes. As Mrs. Sawyer, I have the right to know who he ca to visit at this postpartum care center."

The staff mber froze, not expecting such a lodramatic plot twist.

However, she didn’t know if it was true or not and didn’t dare make a rash decision.

"How can you prove you’re husband and wife?"

Stella Sinclair: "My marriage certificate, but I don’t have it with today."

The staff mber: "Then there’s still no way to verify your identity."

Stella Sinclair’s patience ran out. Her tone beca cold and aggressive. "Is this a postpartum care center or a love nest for cheaters? I’m warning you, don’t make do this the hard way. If you piss off, I’ll call the police right now, have this whole place shut down, and get you fired."

The receptionist was startled by her outburst and was about to call the manager to handle the situation.

Just then, a young woman walked in from outside. She was fashionably dressed, with a glamorous and elegant air, and she carried a gift box from the city’s most high-end pastry brand.

"Ms. Griffith, you’re here," the receptionist greeted her proactively, a professional smile on her face.

Isla Griffith handed her a small cake. "I’m here to see my best friend."

The words had barely left her mouth when Stella Sinclair, standing to the side, called out her na in surprise, "Isla Griffith?!"

Isla Griffith turned to look at Stella Sinclair, her expression also one of surprise. She thought for a long mont before finally rembering her na.

"Stella Sinclair!"

A small smile appeared on Stella Sinclair’s face. "Yes, it’s . It’s been so many years. I never thought I’d run into you here."

Isla Griffith: "What a coincidence. I didn’t expect to see you back in the country either. Weren’t you living abroad? Why did you suddenly co back?"

Stella Sinclair said helplessly, "It’s a long story."

She didn’t elaborate, and Isla Griffith didn’t press for details.

The two of them exchanged WeChat contacts and phone numbers on the spot.

Stella Sinclair didn’t ntion a single word of what had just happened. She didn’t want an "acquaintance" to know about her wretched marriage.

"You said just now you were here to see your best friend."

"Mhm, she just had a baby and is doing her postpartum confinent."

"That’s wonderful. Please give my best wishes to your friend. I have sothing to do today, but maybe I’ll visit her another ti when I have the chance."

It was the kind of polite exchange common between adults. Isla Griffith didn’t take it completely seriously, but she did thank Stella Sinclair sincerely and watched her leave the postpartum care center.

The receptionist’s mind was in turmoil. "Ms. Griffith, you know that woman who was just here?"

Isla Griffith nodded with a soft "mhm." There was nothing to hide.

"We’ve crossed paths a few tis. By the way, what was she here for? I thought I heard you two arguing when I ca in."

The receptionist pressed her lips together, conflicted, unsure if she should say anything.

Isla Griffith didn’t make it difficult for her. "I was just asking casually. You don’t have to say if you don’t want to. I’m going in to see my friend."

She turned and had taken just two steps when the receptionist called out to her.

"Ms. Griffith, please wait. Actually, what happened just now is related to your best friend, Mrs. Lancaster."