All Chapters of He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Bella, sitting in her apartment, dialed Dwight’s number with a frown, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for him to pick up. “Bella, she’s gone completely off the rails,” Dwight said, his frustration evident. “Mandy left the house in a hurry after a phone call. I’m convinced whatever she’s after has to do with her revenge plan. I am sorry I can't seem to stop her from doing what she wants to.” Before Bella could respond, she heard a loud knock on her door. Her heart skipped—She wasn't expecting anybody! She opened it to find Mandy standing there, her eyes wide and intense. She looked as if she had just stepped out of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. “Mandy?” Bella asked, trying to sound calm despite her anxiety. Mandy pushed past Bella and walked into the living room with a determined stride. “Baby Bee. Remember when we used to play in the backyard? Mom and Dad used to cheer us on from the porch. Those were the days, huh?” Bella freezed. Hearing the words 'baby be

Mandy picked up her phone and reached out for her ally—Davis. He was the only one person that could help her get answers. She dialed his number and Davis answered on the first ring, his voice casual as always. “What’s up, Mandy? Got more trouble for me?” “I need you to find out how Ramsey was able to fund his casino. Find out every detail,” Mandy said without hesitation. “I’ve got a feeling his father is involved, but I need proof.” Davis chuckled lightly. “Ah, you want me to snoop around a bit. Got it. Consider it done.” *** That evening, Davis strolled into Ramsey’s Casino, blending in with the crowd. He looked like just another customer, dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, with a casual swagger that didn’t draw any unwanted attention. He moved smoothly through the throngs of gamblers, playing a few rounds at the blackjack table before heading toward the restroom, making sure no one was watching. Once inside, Davis leaned against the wall, pretending to be on his p

Ramsey paced back and forth in the dimly lit casino office. Bella sat on the edge of the desk, her arms crossed, looking just as frustrated. "We can't keep letting Mandy run all over us," Ramsey muttered, running a hand through his hair. "She's ruining everything. We need to strike back, hit her where it hurts." Bella agreed, her eyes filled with determination. “I’m sick of her playing God with our lives. We need to find a way to make her pay.” Just then, Bella’s phone rang, interrupting their conversation. She glanced at the screen and saw it was the caretaker of her apartment building. Dread filled her chest as she answered. “Hello?” The caretaker’s voice was gruff. “Miss Norton, I’m calling to let you know you need to vacate your apartment immediately. We will refund your remaining two months' rent.” Bella’s jaw dropped. “What? You can’t just throw us out! We have a lease—” “The lease doesn’t matter,” the caretaker cut in. “You have until the end of today to clear out

Ramsey fell hitting his knees to the floor, he sat on his heels—lifeless, his heart thudding like a drum.He dialed the number again holding the phone tightly to his ear, desperately hoping for a lifeline. The officer's voice on the other end was stern and unyielding. “Can’t I access my father’s wealth? Just enough to bail him out?” Ramsey asked, trying to keep his voice steady. The silence that followed was thick with tension, and Ramsey held his breath, waiting for an answer. “No, Mr. Wendel,” the officer said flatly. “Your father’s assets have been frozen and seized by the government. They’re untouchable.” Ramsey’s heart sank. Every door seemed to be shutting in his face. He leaned back to the wall of his casino, rubbing his forehead in frustration. As the call ended, he felt the crushing weight of his situation. His father’s sins were now his burden to bear. Bella watched him, her curiosity rising. She could sense Ramsey’s turmoil but had no idea of the depth of his pain.

Dwight paced his luxurious room, his fingers drumming on the armrest of the couch as he glanced at his phone. It rang sharply, breaking the tense silence, and Dwight hurried to answer. Bella’s name flashed on the screen, and he quickly swiped to pick up. "Hey, Bella," Dwight said, trying to keep his voice calm. "What happened? You didn’t show up at the casino. I thought we had a meeting scheduled." Bella’s faked her voice to be soft but strained, as if she had been crying. “I’m sorry, Dwight. I had to leave for something urgent. I couldn’t stay.” Dwight frowned, already losing patience. “So, what’s going on? Just say whatever plan you have over the phone. It’s convenient too.” Bella hesitated for a moment, then sighed heavily. “The only way we can tame Mandy is for you to break up with her for a while.” Dwight’s was thrown off guard by her suggestion. “What? Bella, I can’t divorce Mandy. That’s going too far, I still love her irrespective of her insanity. Isn't there another