All Chapters of He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Her mind was a tangled web of confusion as she stared at Rachel, her eyes wide, her breath shallow. "What do you mean? Ramsey left for a meeting with an anonymous well-wisher," she stammered, trying to make sense of what Rachel had just told her. Rachel’s expression hardened, eyes narrowing as she dropped the bombshell that turned Bella's world upside down. "No well-wisher is meeting him. Ramsey is in danger. Mandy... she hired someone named Cain. He’s been sent to kill him." It was like Rachel had struck a match and ignited the fire in Bella's soul. Every word stabbed her with panic. Bella's heart stopped for a second, her mind racing to catch up. Ramsey... dead? It couldn’t be true. Not her Ramsey. "No!" Bella screamed, her voice raw with terror as she bolted through the door, every muscle in her body tensing as if she could outrun this horrible truth. But Rachel, quick to react, blocked her path, her hands gripping Bella’s arms firmly. “Bella, stop! You can’t just run out li

Cain’s heart braced up as he adjusted the scope of his sniper rifle, his eye narrowing as he zeroed in on his target. Ramsey’s broad chest came into clear focus, right where his heart beat steadily beneath his tailored jacket. Cain’s finger hovered over the trigger, the shot lined up perfectly. One pull. Three bullets. Ramsey Wendel would be a dead man. But as Cain prepared to pull the trigger, his sharp senses picked up something—faint but growing louder. A sound that sent a chill of panic through him. Sirens. Police sirens. They were coming, and fast. "What the fuck? How the hell did...?" Cain cursed under his breath, his confidence faltering. He hadn’t expected any interruptions, especially not the cops. His plan was supposed to be flawless—get in, take the shot, and get out. But now, with the blaring sirens closing in, his carefully laid plans were slipping through his fingers. He didn’t have much time. Cain gritted his teeth, his mind racing. He could still make the shot. H

As the doctor stood before them, his face solemn, he tried to soften the blow, but there was no easy way to deliver the news that would shatter their world. Ramsey’s bloodshot eyes stared directly at the doctor, searching for a glimmer of hope, anything that would deny the terrible truth he was about to hear. His body was tense, barely holding itself together. "I’m sorry, Mr. Ramsey Wendel," the doctor said gently, though his voice felt like a hammer blow, "She couldn’t make it." For a moment, the world stood still. The walls of the hospital seemed to close in as those words echoed in the air. It was like the ground had been ripped out from beneath them. Ramsey’s knees buckled, but he didn’t fall. He couldn’t fall. He was frozen in place, his mind struggling to grasp what he had just heard. Bella was gone? The woman he was supposed to spend a lifetime with, is now gone? forever? "No… no…" Ramsey whispered, his voice cracking. His heart broke into a thousand pieces, and the pain

The hallway outside the operating theater was still cold and sterile, but it buzzed with emotion. The Norton families were still there, their faces pale with the kind of grief that pierced deep into the soul. A heavy silence filled the air, broken only by the occasional murmur of hushed conversations. The double doors swung open with a quiet creak, and out came the nurses, pushing a cold, metal gurney that carried the still body of Bella. She was covered with a white sheet, her once-vibrant face now hidden beneath the cloth. Her body was now a shell of the woman who had once brought so much laughter to those around her. Ramsey was the first to react. He lunged forward, his eyes wild with disbelief. He still found it difficult to believe the lady who kissed him this morning is gone! the lady who took photos with him this morning! If only he knew they were the last! “No!” he screamed, his voice a mixture of rage and desperation. “Stop! You can’t take her!” He reached for the gurney

"I actually thought you'd learn from this, but I guess I'm wrong. Anyways, I never betrayed you. Rachel framed me—your grandpa asked her to do it." Dwight explained and then turn to take his leave. "Really? Hold up, Dwig..." Mandy stuttered. "I'm sorry!" Dwight was surprised by her sudden change of demeanor. How come she believed him without questions? the same thing he's been trying to explain to her for weeks that she wouldn't listen, suddenly, his 5secs speech, convinced her. "it's fine, Mandy. I understand you." He said without turning around. "Dwight! please I want you back! I've missed you. I'm lonely, I'm empty, and now, Bella is gone, I'm completely shattered. Please don't leave me, Dwight. Please don't let them send me to jail, please." Mandy cried, sobbing and sniffing. Dwight walked back to her bedside, held her face in his hands, starred straight into her eyes and smiled. "I'll never let you go to jail, Mandy. I know who deserves to, and I'll make sure to it.