All Chapters of He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ramsey made it first, he pulled up to Cain’s apartment, his mind clouded with rage and grief. He climbed the stairs quickly, his footsteps heavy on the worn-out steps. As he reached Cain’s door, he knocked softly, a chilling calmness settling over him. Inside, Cain sat slumped on the couch, his eyes bloodshot from hours of crying. He clutched a bottle of beer in one hand, his heart shattered From Pamela's breakup with him. The sound of the knock barely registered in his alcohol-soaked mind. “Who the hell is that?” Cain shouted, his voice rough. Ramsey remained silent and knocked again, his patience thinning with each second. Cain stumbled to his feet, swaying as he walked toward the door. He fumbled with the lock, barely managing to open it with the beer bottle still in his hand. But before he could react, Ramsey shoved the door open with all his strength, sending Cain crashing to the floor. The bottle shattered against the hard surface, spilling beer everywhere. Cain, alrea

Ramsey quickly turned back when he heard Mandy’s scream. His heart raced as he saw her crumpled on the floor, clutching her belly. He rushed over, scooping her into his arms with trembling hands. Panic set in as he realized the gravity of the situation—Cain’s corpse was still lying in the house, and if anyone heard them or came to investigate, it would be over. They couldn’t afford to draw attention to themselves. “Mandy, please, lower your scream, I've got you, okay?” Ramsey whispered urgently, his voice barely steady. Mandy groaned in pain but didn’t protest. She was too weak to help herself, now. Ramsey carried her out of the house, carefully maneuvering past Cain’s lifeless body. He hurried to his car, gently placing Mandy in the passenger seat. His mind was in overdrive as he sped toward the hospital, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Once they reached the hospital, Ramsey rushed inside, and called for help. Nurses quickly placed Mandy on a stretcher and wheel

The sky hung low with gray clouds, casting a somber shadow over the cemetery as mourners dressed in black gathered around the gravesite. A light drizzle had started, as if the heavens themselves were weeping alongside the people. The air was thick with sorrow, and the quiet murmur of grief rippled through the crowd, punctuated by the occasional sob that broke the silence like a crack in a glass. Bella’s casket rested in the center of the open grave, draped in a blanket of white lilies and roses—flowers that spoke of innocence and purity. The atmosphere was heavy with loss, the weight of finality pressing down on everyone present. As the priest led the funeral prayers, the rhythmic sound of his voice contrasted sharply with the raw emotion etched on the faces of those gathered. Family, friends, and well-wishers stood in tight circles, their hands clasped, heads bowed, trying to find solace in the ancient words of prayer. Ramsey Wendel stood at the front, his tall frame shaking with r

"The thing is, we did blood samples, and the child was diagnosed with sickle cell anemia," the doctor said softly, her voice fading away as if she couldn’t bear to repeat it. "What?!" Dwight’s voice broke as tears stung his eyes. His mind raced. This wasn’t what he had expected. After everything they’d been through, how could life throw yet another curveball at them? His heart twisted painfully, and for a brief moment, he felt like he might collapse. "What can we do now, doctor?" he asked, forcing himself to stand tall, to stay strong for Mandy and their daughter. The doctor sighed and shook her head slightly. "There’s nothing we can do for now. All we can do is monitor her as she grows. It’s a tough condition, but with the right care, she can still have a good life." Her words, meant to be comforting, only added weight to the anxiety sitting in Dwight’s chest. The doctor gave him a sympathetic look before turning and walking away, leaving Dwight to process the news on his own

Serena leaned forward from the couch, a slow smile creeping across her face. “Gerald is securing a job with Dwight Mendez, which will make our plot much easier.” Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I just wish you still had Elsa under control, though.” She frowned, casting a disappointed look at Alex Hermidez. Alex shrugged, a sour expression crossing his face. “Oh well! Not my fault. Bitch broke up with me because she thought I was cheating on her with you. She’s too insecure,” he hissed, the bitterness in his voice evident. “The Nortons are all like that! Seems like it runs in the family.” Davis chuckled following his words, the sound infectious as the others joined in the laughter. Serena’s face quickly shifted from amusement to seriousness as she changed the subject. “So, while Alex’s real identity is still hidden, we can do a lot of—” “Cain knows about my identity. My REAL identity,” Alex interrupted, his face darkening. “I don’t know how, but I traced it back to him. So