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!"

times, but there was no response from outside her room. The panic wrapped around her like wire, driving her

"Beck..."

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

to Stella as she groped along the wall, trying to find the door,

"Beck!"

"Beck!"

into desperate screams,

just come back from a night out drinking, the smell of alcohol still

the second floor, he heard the panicked

as she

hallucinating, recognizing the tremble in the

and knocked on

"Stella?"

her nightmare, unable

could think about

realized, this Beck wasn't her Beck. His gentleness

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

she sat by the door, burying her head

Beck knocked again.

"Stella?"

to get

intending to return

couldn't help but worry. He fetched the

had a bad habit of

door

noticeight, something Beck had

an

before. He always needed

key to

was dark, and he heard a