She’s Done. He’s Breaking novel Chapter 32

**Chapter 32**

Eloise’s visit was brief, almost fleeting. However, before she departed, she made a point to speak with Stella once more. Her voice was firm yet gentle as she expressed her desire for Stella to remain in Sentella Bay. “You’re married now, Stella,” she said, her eyes locking onto Stella’s with an intensity that made the message clear. “It’s time you stopped running back to your parents’ home every chance you get.”

With that, Tristan retreated upstairs to the study, leaving Stella to navigate her own thoughts. She made her way back to her room, the silence enveloping her like a thick blanket. Sitting on the couch, she reached for her phone and dialed Layla, her heart racing slightly as she waited for the call to connect.

“Stelle! When are you coming back today?” Layla’s cheerful voice broke through, but there was an undercurrent of concern that Stella could easily detect.

“I have to stay here for now, Layla,” Stella replied, her tone heavy with resignation.

A moment of silence stretched between them before Layla responded, her surprise evident. “Why? What’s going on?”

“Mrs. Somerton Senior wants me to stay here and take good care of the baby,” Stella explained, her heart sinking at the thought of being tethered to the villa for an indefinite period.

Understanding dawned on Layla, and the conversation shifted. “Are you still going to the yoga studio today?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes. I’ve already set an appointment from 6:00 pm to 8:00 pm,” Stella replied, her mind already racing ahead to the soothing stretches and meditative practices that awaited her.

“Alright then. Do you want to head over early? I can bring dinner for you,” Layla suggested, her voice warm and inviting.

“Sounds good,” Stella answered, relief washing over her as she hung up.

She glanced at the clock on the wall; it was ticking away the minutes, and she realized she had just enough time for a quick nap before she needed to leave. As she settled down, her mind drifted, thoughts swirling around the day’s events.

When she finally woke, the sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue across her room. She quickly packed her belongings, her heart racing with anticipation as she prepared to leave the villa.

As fate would have it, she ran into Tristan just as he was descending the stairs, his expression unreadable. She looked at him, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. “Are you going out?”

“What is it?” Tristan responded coolly, his indifference cutting through the air like a knife.

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