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.

Bonnie if I were

his threat and headed

wrist, his

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 better think about the consequences." Stella shook off his grip, her

sister died because of

eyes was unmistakable as

you really died, I'd

beat, a sad realization dawning on her. Morgan would

kind of person she was dealing

to herself, she headed back to

after Alan in a rage last night. But he's no match for Alan; they're completely at

en

smirk crossed Stella's

"And Alan?"

Bonnie. But Bonnie's his favorite, probably for the thrill of it being forbidden,

games

your next

Dad cut off Morgan's

you lead

high-interest loans. Avoid the

I've heard they have ties with

What about the JG crew? They're

moment

up, she glanced at her wrist, covered with scars from past suicide attempts,

window until her eyes grew