Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Stella bit her lip, taking her time after a shower and a thorough wash before she slowly made her way downstairs.

Beck was already gone, apparently Dylan had called him early in the morning to take care of the kids.

Suddenly, Stella found herself with nothing to do, aimlessly gazing at the flowers outside the villa.

In the evening, just after she took some fever medicine, she saw Beck's car pull into the driveway.

Beck stepped out with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, chatting and laughing with someone on the phone.

Stella paused, putting down the fruit she was about to eat.

Without saying a word, she watched him go upstairs to change into a smart outfit, then head out again with the flowers.

Stella stood there, pondering for a moment before deciding to greet him.

"Beck, are you heading out on a date?"

Beck seemed to notice her for the first time, nodding slowly before asking, "Feeling better?"

"A bit."

Nodding again, Beck stepped on the gas and left.

Stella opened her mouth to say something more but ultimately didn't know what to ask.

After Beck drove away, she stood there, lost in thought, unsure of her own feelings.

It wasn't until Dave called, mentioning that Morgan had realized he'd been scammed and was now figuring out how to pay back $1.5 million.

ridiculed, "Seriously, your so-called brother is brainless, falling for such a simple scam. Jason loaned him $100,000, and with interest, it's now $150,000. Instead of seeking help from Boris, Morgan went back to Jason for another loan

help but laugh;

"Where's Morgan now?"

additional $100,000 and went

hoping to borrow money

everyone, and

Stella changed and applied heavy makeup, pretending to be

where Morgan was, she walked

money to these friends, but now, they turned a blind eye and pretended not to

Feeling unprecedented

embarrassment, Morgan scannedet

faces of his six

when I need $100,000, none of you can spare

Their faces showed discomfort.

your dad warned us. We don't dare cross

businesses

with yours on a project.

rage, swept all the bottles off the table, filling the air

from a corner, saw Morgan making

the real show was

called the bar manager to throw Morgan

to see who dares! I'm a Sanders!" Morgan exclaimed. Laughter erupted

kind of prince?

front of Beck; he probably

however small. You're the only one always leeching off Boris. You're the most incompetent and

tempers flared, a brawl broke out. Morgan, outnumbered, ended