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The Weight of Curses
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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
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Unseen Fears
The old man looked over their birth dates, running his fingers over the charts. After a long, tense silence, he finally spoke. “You two,” he said, looking between them with a frown, “you are not meant to be.” Bella’s heart dropped into her stomach. “What do you mean?” she whispered. The astrologist looked at Ramsey. “This is your enemy year. That’s why so many bad things are happening to you. And you,” he said, turning to Bella, “this is your year. Good things are supposed to happen. But because you are with him, his bad luck will overshadow your fortune.” Bella’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes filling with tears again. Ramsey, on the other hand, had had enough. He stood up, glaring at the old man. “What the hell is this?” he snapped. “Did someone pay you to say this nonsense? This is all ridiculous!” The astrologist didn’t flinch, simply staring at him with cold eyes. “I only read the signs,” he said calmly. Ramsey, furious, reached into his pocket, threw some ca
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Sisterly Divide
As Mandy was still starring at Bella's childish act, she seethed with anger. Normally she wouldn't spare Bella a glance after what she did, but because she met her in this state, it was too concerning to ignore.Anyways, it looks like she is not interested in any comfort! Mandy, simply hissed under her breath, her face hardening as she walked past Bella without so much as a glance. But Bella was in need of comfort. She ran after her sister, throwing her arms around her from behind. “Sister, please! Please, I need you,” she sobbed, clinging to Mandy like a lifeline. Mandy froze for a moment, her mind conflicted. Bella was always emotional, easily swayed by her feelings, and Mandy knew how to handle her when she got like this. Still, something about Bella’s panic felt different this time. Could this really be another one of her dramatic episodes, or was something truly wrong? With a sigh, Mandy turned around, her expression still cold. "Has he broken your heart again?" she asked,
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Secrets Beneath the Surface
Bella paid for her untouched meal, her mind elsewhere as she grabbed her bag and left the cafe. She still felt uneasy, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. As she passed a nearby bookshop, an impulse struck her, and she went inside. Browsing through the shelves, she found what she was looking for—a beautiful, leather-bound diary with a small lock. It felt right, like something she could keep her deepest thoughts in, far away from prying eyes. With the diary in hand, Bella boarded a taxi and headed home, her fingers tracing the intricate design on the cover. The driver chatted with her, but Bella’s responses were mechanical, her mind too preoccupied with everything going on. She couldn’t stop thinking about The seer, Mandy and the baby, and worse, what would happen if Ramsey ever found out. When she arrived home, she sat on her bed, pulling the diary out of the bag. With a sense of satisfaction, she decided on a password for the lock: "RAB." She chuckled to herself, feeli
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Change Of Plans
After minutes of dancing, they sat down to finish up their pizza. Ramsey was enjoying his, its cheesy goodness melting in his mouth. He glanced across the table at Bella, who had a slice in her hand but looked a bit too anxious. She suddenly excused herself, saying she needed to use the bathroom. Ramsey raised an eyebrow, noticing her hands were trembling slightly as she clutched the pizza. “Sure, Bella,” he said, smirking. “You look like you’re about to launch into a gymnastics routine, not just go to the bathroom.” Bella shot him a nervous smile before darting down the hallway. Curiosity piqued, Ramsey decided to follow her, moving quietly behind her. He reached the room door just in time to see her reach for her diary on her bedside drawer. “Busted,” he whispered to himself, feeling a mixture of amusement and concern. Bella was about to change the password when he scared her. “Boom!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. Bella jumped, her heart racing as she nearl
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It A Web of Lies
Immediately, Ramsey’s phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. He reached over, picked up his phone, and blinked at the screen. It was a message from the unknown caller again. Ramsey had been expecting it, but the timing was earlier than planned. As he opened it, his eyes scanned the words: *I’ve rescheduled our meeting for today. I’ve got a concert tomorrow, hope you don’t mind. The venue remains the same.* Ramsey chuckled to himself as he read the message out loud, his tone nonchalant. Bella, however, didn’t share his amusement. Her stomach tightened, and her face twisted in discomfort when he mentioned the venue. “Can’t he change the venue?” she asked, her voice laced with worry. “I’m still not comfortable with this.” Ramsey smiled at her, trying to ease her concern. “Don’t worry, Bella. I’ll be fine. Besides, this is a lot of money we’re talking about. It’ll set us up for life.” Bella forced a smile, but she was still displeased. No amount of money was worth risking his
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It A Tangle of Betrayals
Dwight sat slumped in his leather chair, scrolling through his phone contacts with a heavy sigh. His mansion felt larger than ever, echoing the silence that surrounded him. He had a critical employees' meeting to attend, but there was no way he could make it. His head was a mess, and he couldn’t find anyone in his contacts that seemed competent enough to handle it. His thumb hovered over several names, but none of them felt right. Exasperated, he decided to call his CEO, Pamela. Maybe she could find a replacement for him. He dialed her number, and after a few rings, Pamela’s voice came through. “Sir,” she answered promptly, her tone professional. “Pamela, I need you to appoint someone to take over the employees’ meeting today. I won’t be able to attend,” Dwight instructed, running a hand over his tired face. “Yes, sir. Understood,” she responded quickly. “Thank you, Pamela,” Dwight replied, already feeling slightly relieved. Just as he was about to hang up, Pamela spoke
He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It Confrontation and Conflict
The tension in the room thickened as Rachel reached for the door. When she opened it, Pamela strode in, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She shot Rachel a cold, venomous stare, as though her presence was a personal insult. Her usual composed demeanor was replaced by frustration as she moved toward Dwight with purposeful strides, her expression twisted with worry and anger. Dwight, sitting back in his chair, raised an eyebrow at her. “What is it, Pamela? You’re supposed to be at work by now.” “Yes, sir, I know. But Miss Sharon is covering for me. I came because I didn't want to say it over the phone, I wanted to tell you in person,” Pamela replied, standing firm in front of him. Rachel, still by the door, remained silent but attentive, her eyes flickering between Dwight and Pamela, waiting to see what would unfold. “Go on,” Dwight said, his voice calm but curious. Pamela took a deep breath, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. “With all due respect, sir, your wif
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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
