Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2069

Beck's gaze landed on Stella.

Stella clutched her throat, her eyes brimming with involuntary tears.

Morgan was still fuming, "Just you wait!"

Beck was taken aback by Morgan's attitude towards his sister, his brows furrowing in concern.

After coughing for a few minutes, Stella managed a laugh towards Beck.

"Beck, you should go. Thanks for walking me home."

A pang of something bitter and complicated hit Beck's heart. He opened his mouth to speak but found himself at a loss for words.

In Stella, he saw a resignation to fate, a smile that seemed to shrug off life and death alike. It was as if she had accepted her uncertain future, living each day as it came.

He got back into his car, deep in thought, before finally rolling down the window.

"You're a Sanders, for heaven's sake. Don't let just anyone push you around."

Stella stood there, hand still on her neck, silent.

As Beck drove off, he could still see her through his rearview mirror, standing alone.

After waiting a bit, Stella entered the living room to find almost everything smashed - clearly Morgan's handiwork.

Morgan strode in, his gaze cold and lifeless.

I were you. You can't even

ignored his threat and headed

his

want to keep this up? I know Bonnie used to bully you, but wasn't it deserved? If you hadn't provoked her, would she have bothered you? Let me make it clear, Bonnie is my queen, and you

if your sister died because of you,

disgust in Morgan's eyes was

you? If you

heart skipped a beat, a sad realization dawning on her. Morgan would never regret his

kind of person she was

murmuring to herself, she headed back to her room

cuckolded and went after Alan in a rage last night. But he's no

en

smirk crossed

"And Alan?"

still entangled with his ladies, not just Bonnie. But Bonnie's his favorite, probably for the thrill of it being forbidden, his brother's girl

twisted games they

what's your next

cut off

you lead him

high-interest loans. Avoid the

they have

about the JG crew? They're the

fell silent for a moment before

her wrist, covered with scars from past suicide attempts, now hidden

her eyes grew sore,