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He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Shattered Resolve
Mandy tossed and turned in the small bed of her hotel room, trying to find some form of comfort in the suffocating darkness. The pale moonlight that slipped through the curtains did nothing to ease the storm of emotions brewing inside her. Her pillow was soaked with tears, her sobs breaking the silence of the night. Dwight's betrayal still echoed loudly in her mind, the memory as sharp as glass. Her heart felt like it had been shattered into a thousand pieces, and no matter how hard she tried to collect herself, the pain overwhelmed her. It wasn’t just Dwight, that bothered her. Rachel had betrayed her, her own cousin, how could she? And then there was Davis, pretending to be a friend but was a snake in disguise. Even Bella, who she had trusted to help her find peace and revenge, had turned her back when she needed her the most. All of them, every single one of them, had let her down. The pain cut deeper than anything she had ever experienced. Mandy had always prided herself on
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Dark Schemes
Mandy sat cross-legged on the hotel bed, the tears from earlier had long dried, leaving her with a hardened resolve. She had spent too much time crying over the betrayal, too much time feeling weak and humiliated. Now, she was done being the victim. It was time to take control of her life again—starting with Ramsey. Her hands clenched into fists as she thought about her ex-husband. Ramsey Wendel was not going to marry her sister. Not if she had anything to do with it. The very thought of Bella standing beside Ramsey, smiling in a wedding gown, made Mandy sick to her stomach. They didn’t deserve happiness after what they had done to her. She needed a plan. A plan that would destroy Ramsey for good, ensuring that he could never walk down the aisle with Bella. And when she was done with him, she would turn her attention to the others. Dwight, Davis, Rachael—every single one of them would pay. But Ramsey had to come first. She grabbed her phone, her fingers flying across the screen
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It The Ghost of Ramsey Wendel
Bella sat comfortably in the back seat of the cab, her hand resting gently on Ramsey's arm as they zoomed through the city. The wedding was fast approaching, and today was all about one thing—finding the perfect dress. Bella couldn't contain her excitement, and neither could Ramsey. Though it had been a whirlwind of events lately, today felt like a moment to breathe, plan, and laugh together. "I can't believe we're getting married," Bella said, her voice light, as she glanced out of the window at the busy streets of New York. "Do you think I'll outshine you at the wedding, Mr. Billionaire?" Ramsey chuckled, giving her a sidelong glance. "Outshine me? No chance. But I’ll admit, you’ll probably turn heads. Especially if you pick one of those dresses that look like you’ve been dipped in diamonds." Bella laughed, squeezing his arm. "Oh please, you love it when I steal the spotlight. I can practically see you pretending to be all shy while basking in the glory of your glamorous fiancée.
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It The Devil’s Plan
Mandy paced around her bedroom, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her. This time, she had a plan to finish Ramsey once and for all. With trembling fingers, she dialed Cain’s number, her voice steady as she spoke, despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins. "It’s time," Mandy said firmly, staring out of the window at the night sky. "And this is exactly what you should do." On the other end of the line, Cain listened in silence, nodding as if Mandy could see him. His eyes darkened with understanding. "It will be done," he assured her, his voice low and filled with resolve. "You don’t have to worry about a thing. Consider it taken care of." Mandy exhaled, a sense of relief washing over her. "Thank you, Cain. You’re the only one I can count on," Mandy murmured before hanging up the phone. Now all she could do was wait. --- Cain leaned back in his chair, the phone still in his hand. A smirk played on his lips as he thought about Mandy’s words. It was a dangerous
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It A Web of Betrayal
In a small but luxuriously decorated apartment, Peter Allison was pacing back and forth, his heart heavy with frustration and pain. He had seen the wedding arrangements for Ramsey and Bella, and it was driving him mad. Bella—his Bella—was getting married, and it hurt more than he could handle. His hands trembled as he stared at the laptop screen showing the elegant decorations and Bella’s beaming face. His eyes welled up with tears, and he wiped them away angrily. "You're crying over her again?" Serena’s sharp voice sliced through the room. She had been watching him from across the living room, her arms folded across her chest, her lips pressed into a thin line. Her dark eyes flashed with anger. "What about me, Peter? Do I mean nothing to you?" Peter shot her a glance, his face a mix of confusion and rage. "It's not like that, Serena. I just... I just can't stand the thought of her marrying him. You don’t understand." Serena snorted, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "Oh, I
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Secrets in the Shadows
Rachel stormed into her grandfather’s room, her face twisted with frustration. The door slammed behind her as she stomped over to where Grandpa Benson sat in his large leather armchair, reading a newspaper. "I can’t take it anymore, Grandpa!" Rachel fumed, her hands trembling with anger. "Dwight... he hates me now. He treats me like I’m nothing! All because of that stupid plan you made me follow." Grandpa Benson didn’t bother looking up from his paper. He continued reading calmly, as if her words didn’t matter. After a long silence, he finally lowered the paper and fixed his cold, steely eyes on Rachel. "You didn’t play your cards well," he barked, his voice gruff and sharp. "I told you from the start: control the game or be played by it. You let your feelings get in the way, and now look at you. Weak. Pathetic." Rachel felt a sharp sting at his words, but she refused to back down. "I followed everything you told me to do!" she protested, her voice wavering slightly. "I set him up
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It The Weight of Curses
Ramsey Wendel was sitting in his apartment, mindlessly scrolling through his emails when his phone buzzed. It was an unknown number. Normally, he would have ignored it, but something made him click on the message. As he read the text, his heart raced. The message spoke of a two-billion-dollar deal. The sender claimed to be someone who had once worked for him, someone he had been kind to in the past. Now, this person wanted to repay the favor by offering Ramsey a business opportunity that would change everything. The deal sounded almost too good to be true, but there was a sincerity in the message that piqued his interest. The man said he knew Ramsey was getting married and wanted to help him start his new life with this incredible contract. The only catch? The meeting was to take place in a run-down, abandoned factory in two days’ time. Ramsey grinned from ear to ear, his thoughts racing with excitement. Two billion dollars? This could be the big break he needed to further solidify
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Signs of Doom
The drive home from the prison was heavy with tension, the air thick with Bella’s quiet sobs. She had been crying ever since they left Ramsey’s father behind those cold metal bars, and nothing Ramsey said seemed to comfort her. “Bella, please,” Ramsey said softly, his hand resting on her knee as he drove. “You can’t let his words get to you. My father… he’s bitter. He’s angry at the world for his mistakes, not at you.” But Bella only shook her head, her tears streaming down her cheeks. “It’s not just about what he said, Ramsey. It’s how he said it. He cursed us. He said I would bring you sorrow, just like Mandy. What if he’s right? What if—” Her voice cracked, and she couldn’t finish the sentence. Ramsey’s heart ached seeing her like this. He pulled the car to the side of the road and turned to face her. “Bella, look at me,” he said firmly. When she didn’t respond, he gently lifted her chin so their eyes met. “You are nothing like Mandy. You are not a curse. You’re my future. A
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He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It A New Dawn
The dining room was filled with an unspoken heaviness as Rachel, Elsa, and Uncle Mark gathered for lunch at the Norton's Mansion. Uncle Mark, leaning back thoughtfully, looked at each of his daughters with pride and empathy. Breaking the silence, he gently asked, “What’s the way forward, girls? Where do you see yourselves, now, after everything?” Elsa spoke up first, her tone determined yet reflective. “I’ve always dreamed of becoming a lawyer,” she began. “But I’ve seen what it takes to make a real name as one… the compromises, the shortcuts. I can’t become someone like Stefano McReynolds. Modeling, on the other hand,” she continued, a flicker of newfound confidence brightening her face, “it feels natural. I’ve realized it’s something I’m genuinely good at, and I want to give it everything I’ve got.” Uncle Mark smiled, his eyes warm with approval. “Elsa, whatever path you choose, know I’m standing behind you. Follow your heart, and the rest will fall into place.” Elsa’s cheeks
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It A Miracle in Disguise
Dwight was just about to leave Mandy’s rehab ward when he found the doctor waiting at the entrance. He quickly stepped aside to speak with him, concern clouding his face. “Mandy’s recovery is going well, doctor,” he began quietly. “But she’s having episodes of memory loss. She can’t remember certain events… especially losing our child. What do we do now?” The doctor raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful look crossing his face. “Does she remember having a baby at all?” “Yes,” Dwight admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But she believes the baby is still in the incubator. I… I told her that, hoping it would ease her mind.” The doctor nodded, a plan forming in his mind. “In that case, there might be a way to help her continue healing,” he said carefully. “If she can’t recall losing the baby, then… adopt a newborn. Present it to her as her own child.” Dwight stared at the doctor in shock, the idea hitting him like a wave. “You mean… find a child and pretend it’s hers?” “Yes,” the doc
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It The Befitting Verdict
The atmosphere in the courtroom was thick with tension as Serena stood before the jury, her once-proud demeanor shattered. Today was her hearing, and she faced charges for the murder of little Bella, a robbery, and the ruthless crime she had framed Peter Allison for. Serena shifted uncomfortably, her hands vibrating as the judge prepared to read the verdict. The foreperson of the jury rose, casting a sharp glance in Serena’s direction before delivering the final judgment. “The jury has found you guilty of first degree murder. I hereby sentence you to twenty five hundred consecutive life sentences plus a thousand years.”She turned to face Serena, her face beet red with contempt like there was more of a personal grudge between them than a federal case. "Once you pass away, you will receive an attempted escape charge with an additional two hundred years added to your sentence which you will begin serving in the afterlife once you get hell." Her eyes were fierce and full of resentment
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It A Devil’s Farewell
Dwight picked a lighter from the kitchen and headed back to the living room.The flames from the lighter flickered in the dimly lit room as he approached Ramsey, who lay slumped and bound in the chair. Without a hint of hesitation, Dwight flicked the lighter, setting Ramsey’s hair alight in an instant. The fire crackled to life, devouring the strands and singeing his scalp, sending smoke spiraling into the air. Ramsey screamed, his voice hoarse, begging, pleading for Dwight to end it all. As the fire died, leaving Ramsey’s head charred and his spirit all but shattered, he let out a ragged sob. His skin, bruised and torn, showed a ghostly paleness beneath the streaks of blood. He could feel his strength slipping away, the life draining from him with each passing second. Desperate, he attempted to bite his tongue in a last effort to escape the torment, but his body betrayed him; his jaw trembled, teeth chattering too weakly to do any real harm. For a long moment, Dwight just stood th
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Butchered
Ramsey’s body shook, his tone barely concealing the fear behind his words as he looked up at Dwight, shackled and bound. He swallowed hard, watching Dwight rummage through the backpack filled with a disturbing array of tools, each promising a unique kind of agony. “What do you want?” Ramsey asked, forcing a calmness into his tone that belied the terror swirling inside him. Dwight chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “What do I want? really? Ramsey, you seem to have cheated the face death so often that you now think you're unkillable. Am I right?” He tilted his head, a sinister glint in his eyes. Ramsey attempted to use psychology to save himself. “I know you, Dwight Mendez,” he said, his voice feigning familiarity. “You’re not like me. You’re a good man, a better man. You’re not capable of killing anyone.” Dwight laughed, but it wasn’t the laugh of a man who found amusement. It was cold, devoid of warmth, and filled with pain. His gaze flickered to Hannah’s lifeless body sprawle
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Down The Bloody Lane
Dwight pulled into the driveway of his mansion, his mind set, heart hardened. This night, there was only one objective: justice for Mandy, for Bella, for everything Serena, Hannah, and Ramsey had taken from him. He strode inside, up the grand staircase, and into his private study. With quick precision, he unlocked his safe, pulling out a small, polished handgun. As he tucked it into his coat, his thoughts were interrupted by a quiet voice. “Sir,” one of the maids approached, her face filled with worry. “We’ve been searching for Clara for days. She’s disappeared without a word. We think…we think maybe she ran away with Hannah.” Dwight’s expression didn’t change; he simply gave a curt nod. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll find her.” The maid looked on, unsure, but Dwight had already turned, a cold resolve in his eyes. Tonight, he would tie up all loose ends. As he drove, Dwight made a stop at a small, dimly lit store, where he gathered an arsenal of tools designed to inflict slow, prec
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Shattered Hearts and Silent Resolve
The hospital room was dimly lit, quiet except for the steady hum of machines. Bella had been taken to the morgue, her tiny body lying cold and alone, while Mandy lay unconscious, her face pale and sunken, a single bandage wrapped around her head where doctors had inserted the tubes needed for her life-saving surgery. Dwight paced the hallway outside, his hands clenched, jaw tight. The doctor’s words echoed in his mind, each one like a hammer blow. Traumatic brain swelling. Ventriculostomy. Critical condition. He’d paid for the surgery without hesitation, willing to give anything, everything he had, to keep Mandy alive. But his heart ached with the weight of sorrow, an emptiness that seemed to stretch into every corner of his being. Finally, after endless hours, a nurse stepped out, her eyes soft with sympathy. “Mr. Mendez, Mandy’s surgery went well. She’s resting, but…” She paused, hesitant, before continuing gently, “Her condition is very fragile. You need to be prepared for when
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Broken Ties and Bitter Ends
With all the strength left in her bones, Mandy shouted “Bellaaaaaaaaaaaa!” She got up, trying to reach out to carry her baby, but the scene was too gory, the image of her scrambled daughter on the floor was too horrific. She fell backward, her body slumping to the ground before Dwight could reach her. Her head struck the pavement with a sickening thud, and she lay motionless, her face pale, eyes closed, as if the life had drained out of her in that single, heart-wrenching moment. “Mandy! No, please, Mandy…” Dwight’s voice was choked, his hands trembling as he knelt beside her, gently shaking her shoulders, begging her to open her eyes. His vision blurred with tears as he pleaded. But she didn’t respond, her stillness heavy with finality. Nearby, Ramsey was frozen, his eyes locked on the lifeless form of his daughter. It was as if his mind couldn’t process the horror before him, his body rooted in shock, consciousness slipping. His face was empty, expression hollow, every inch of h
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It A Heart wrenching Fall
After studying their faces, Serena let out a cold blooded laughter that showed mockery. Mandy, Dwight, Ramsey, Hannah—all stood frozen, watching her every move. Davis, desperate to put an end to this, bolted down the stairs from his balcony, reaching out to grab her. But before he could touch her, Serena twisted away, her scream cutting through the tense air. “Back off, Davis!” she snarled, brandishing the knife to Bella’s tiny neck. The crowd held their breath, their horror clear as Serena’s grip tightened on the little girl. “Davis, Let her do what she wants,” Ramsey urged, his voice shaking, "Please don’t make her angry, my Bella...” Serena’s lips curled into a satisfied sneer, feeling the control she held over them. Without loosening her hold on Bella, she began to back up the stairs, her eyes locked on everyone below. “I’m going back to Davis’s place,” she declared, her voice sharp with threat. “I'm going to pick up the Mendez company papers . I’ll take them with me—or th
