Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 2087

Her health seemed to be on a downward spiral lately. In the past, despite being bullied by so many, she seldom fell ill. Now, as her life finally seemed to improve, her health deteriorated day by day. Could it be that she was doomed to a miserable fate?

She managed a bitter smile and sincerely thanked Dave, who cautioned her on the other end of the line.

"But from now on, we can't pull off something like this again. We got lucky with Beck letting us off this time, all thanks to Fitch's intervention. Next time, we might not be so fortunate. Now with Bonnie siding with Jason, and Morgan getting tangled in payday loans, it won't be long before his debt issues reach Boris."

Stella rubbed her temples, feeling a throbbing pain.

After a while, she spoke softly, "Dave, do you know? I keep dreaming about crawling on that expensive carpet. Sometimes, I wonder, is this life even real? Did I exhaust all my efforts just to become a Sanders, merely to survive?"

"Stella..."

"But now, I'm clear about my purpose. I want those who bullied me to face their karma. Alan has already met his fate, Morgan's next, then Bonnie, and finally, Jason."

Dave frowned, knowing that taking on Jason wouldn't be easy. Jason's power far exceeded Alan's.

"Dave, thanks for not ratting me out this time. I won't make you go against the Sanders family anymore. Just keep feeding me information."

Dave merely hummed in response and hung up.

Stella tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She knew it was just a matter of time before Beck found out about the incident with Maja being linked to her.

She grabbed a tissue from beside her bed to wipe the cold sweat off her forehead.

At 2 a.m., she was jolted awake by a nightmare, feeling as if her body was engulfed in flames.

She fell out of bed, feeling surrounded by people.

"Beck."

"Beck!"

outside her room. The

"Beck..."

the name, she slowly crawled to the door, but she couldn't stand up to open

black to Stella as she groped along the wall, trying to find the door, but the texture felt

"Beck!"

"Beck!"

into desperate screams, like a

night out drinking, the

reached the second floor, he

she pounded on the

recognizing the tremble

knocked on the

"Stella?"

her nightmare, unable to hear

think about was

this Beck wasn't her Beck. His gentleness would eventually

grow to despise her, just like the others, wishing she was

couldn't call out to Beck anymore. Instead, she sat by the door, burying her head in

Beck knocked again.

"Stella?"

He started to get annoyed,

collar, intending to return to his

help but worry.

had a bad habit of locking

door

noticeight, something Beck had

an

before. He always needed

to

dark, and he heard a