บททั้งหมดของ He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Dwight and Mandy had barely reached the door to Bella's room when Dwight’s phone rang. The name on the screen was Sharon, one of his top employees. Without hesitation, he picked up, already sensing that something was wrong. “Sir, the new employee, Gerald, and two cowards have been roaming about your company today, claiming they are the new boss. They’re armed and they are trying to access the company’s accounts, and everyone is too scared to stop them, Sir please you have to come really fast.” Sharon blurted out in a panic. Dwight’s face hardened with anger. "Where’s Pamela?" he barked into the phone, his voice low and dangerous. "She’s with them, sir. It looks like she’s part of their team." "What?!" Mandy gasped, hearing Sharon’s words. “I’ll handle it,” Dwight muttered, his voice tight with fury. He ended the call and turned to Mandy, his fists clenched in rage. “I have to get to the office.” “I’m coming with you,” Mandy said firmly, not giving him room to argue. “No,

Ramsey parked his car just outside the gates of the Mendez mansion. His heart filled with uncontainable anticipation as he sat behind the wheel, waiting. His phone buzzed, and he quickly sent a text to Hannah: *“I’m outside. Bring my daughter.”* Inside the mansion, Hannah was already prepared for the moment. The text arrived, and she glanced at Clara, who sat nearby, quietly observing her every move. Clara was too smart for her own good, always suspicious, always watching. Hannah needed a way to distract her, fast. Every attempt to get Clara out of her sight had failed. “Clara, could you help me get a glass of juice downstairs?” Hannah said sweetly, but Clara wasn’t fooled. She crossed her arms and stayed glued to her side. Hannah’s frustration was bubbling up. Time was running out. Then, an idea sparked in Hannah’s mind. She went into the bathroom in Bella's room, pretending to pee, She moved swiftly, stepping behind the bathroom door and removing the key from the door, holdin

The blue and red lights from the police cars flashed ominously as the officers surrounded the building. The lead inspector's voice echoed through the building, firm and commanding. "Serena Fenton, we know you're in there. Come out now!" Hannah was still behind Ramsey, her eyes wild with fear as she banged on the door. "Davis, please! Open up! Mandy’s baby is with us, and we need to get inside before Dwight's men get up here!" On hearing Hannah’s words, Serena let out a sly smile. A dark thought of escape crept through her mind, and she decided to unleash it. Davis turned to her, concerned. "What are you going to do?" She didn’t answer. Instead, Serena strolled into the kitchen, her eyes scanning the drawers until she found what she was looking for—a sharp knife. She returned, clutching it in her hand as she moved toward the door shaking her captivating figure. Before Davis could comprehend what was happening, Serena swung open the door, standing face to face with Ramsey. Ram

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

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