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!"

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

"Beck..."

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

she groped along the wall, trying to find the door, but the texture

"Beck!"

"Beck!"

calls turned into desperate screams, like

from a night out drinking,

the second floor, he heard the panicked

voice broke as she

he was hallucinating, recognizing

and knocked on

"Stella?"

felt trapped in her nightmare, unable

think about

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

grow to despise her, just like

that thought, she couldn't call out to Beck anymore. Instead, she sat by

Beck knocked again.

"Stella?"

to get annoyed, loosening a few

intending to return to his

voice, he couldn't help but

had a bad habit of locking

door

noticeight, something Beck had

an

before. He always needed

to enter.

dark, and he heard a