All Chapters of He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ramsey handed the diary over to Davis, to see for himself. Davis eyes glued to the pages of the small, leather-bound diary in his hands. Bella’s words spilled across the pages, a haunting confession that sent chills down his spine. He read aloud, his voice shaky as he reached the most devastating part: "How can I tell Ramsey that the child Mandy is carrying belongs to him, not Dwight. My sister, never cheated on him during their marriage, she never did. My greatest fear is If Ramsey finds out that Mandy’s baby is his, will he leave me for her, or will he still love me like he does?… I can’t lose him." Davis blinked in disbelief, his hands trembling as he held the diary. He wasn’t sure if it was the cold truth in Bella’s words or the sheer weight of the secret that made his breath hitch. Glancing up at Ramsey, he saw the color had drained from his friend’s face. Tears streamed freely down Ramsey's cheeks, his eyes distant and unfocused as he struggled to comprehend the revelation.

District Attorney Cooper Wayne, approached the witness stand. His face, typically composed and brimming with confidence, now showed a flicker of doubt. Something had gone wrong—terribly wrong—with his star witness, Pamela. He turned toward her, his expression sharpening as he addressed the court. “Ms. Pamela, you’ve stated that Mrs. Mandy Mendez hired your boyfriend, Cain Bryant, to murder Bella Norton as an act of revenge. Can you explain, in detail, what happened?” The question hung in the air like a thick cloud of smoke, suffocating the tension in the room. Pamela stood at the witness stand, her hands trembling slightly, but her voice came out clear and firm. “No. That never happened,” she said, her words cutting through the silence like a blade. The entire courtroom froze. “I’ve known Mrs. Mandy for a long time, and she would never plot to kill anyone. And my boyfriend Cain... he’s not a murderer or an assassin.” A collective gasp swept through the room. All eyes shot to Coop

Rachel Norton sat stiffly in the witness stand, her face pale, her hands trembling as she nervously clutched the wooden edges of the chair. The courtroom was eerily silent, every eye fixed on her. Stefano McReynolds, with his sharp suit and equally sharp eyes, stood ready to begin his interrogation. His every step radiated confidence, and Rachel knew that he was about to tear through her and she wouldn't give it so easy. "Miss Norton," Stefano began, his voice smooth but with an underlying bite, "what exactly were you doing at the venue where Bella Norton died?" Rachel took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "I... we went there to save Ramsey," she replied, her eyes shifting briefly toward him. Ramsey sat motionless, his dark sunglasses shielding his eyes, making it impossible to read his expression. "Save him?" Stefano tilted his head, raising an eyebrow. "Save him from what? Or should I say, from whom? Yourself?" Rachel's heart skipped a beat. "No, no! Not me! I went

The metal door clanged shut behind Rachel as the female officers led her into the cold jail cell. After changing into the dull, orange prison uniform, she collapsed onto the floor, her back resting against the cold wall. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the snot dripping from her nose. Rachel’s body shook with sobs as the reality of her situation hit her with full force. How had it come to this? The betrayal stung deeper than anything she could have imagined. Dwight, the man she loved and defended, had orchestrated everything. He had been the one to put her behind bars. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, but it didn’t numb the pain in her heart. The sound of footsteps echoed in the dim hallway, and Rachel wiped her eyes quickly as Inspector Ramirez appeared in front of her cell. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “I need to ask you one question,” Ramirez said, his voice low but firm. “Are you certain that

"Of course! You were picked up from the streets by my brother." Uncle Mark replied in Grandpa Benson's stead, "You are not a Norton biologically! You are a Norton by charity," Uncle Mark repeated, his voice laced with bitterness and years of resentment. Mandy’s legs trembled beneath her, her vision blurred, and she nearly collapsed. Dwight, always attentive, caught her just in time, his strong arms steadying her fragile form. “Breathe, Mandy,” he whispered, his voice a soft command. Gerald’s mouth hung open, the shock etched deeply into his features—he too, did not know all the while. “So, Dad, you mean biologically, Mandy is not my cousin? Not Bella’s sister?” Before Uncle Mark could answer, Elsa, in her bittered demeanor, spoke up sharply. “Yes, she’s not,” she confirmed, her tone unfeeling and cold. Gerald spun toward his sister, disbelief clouding his eyes. “Elsa, you knew about this?” “I did, all along,” Elsa admitted nonchalantly. Mandy’s heart twisted painfully as her gaz