Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Dwight held Mandy’s trembling hand as they sat in the car, her tears barely dried from the trauma she's just been through. The tension between them was thick, but Dwight’s calm voice was trying its best to soothe her frayed nerves. “Mandy, everything’s going to be okay. We’re going to get through this,” he said softly. Just as Mandy was about to respond, Dwight’s phone buzzed. The screen lit up with a call from Davis. With a heavy sigh, Dwight looked at her apologetically. “I’ll just take this,” he said, stepping out of the car. Mandy nodded, wiping away the last of her tears. She leaned back in her seat, trying to find a sense of peace, but the chaos of her life made that nearly impossible. Dwight walked up to Davis's apartment, his face a mask of calm determination. But when he opened the door, it wasn’t Davis standing in front of him. It was Ramsey. Ramsey’s smirk was almost as sharp as the knife he had plunged into Mandy’s heart few minutes ago. “I told Davis to call on

Mandy’s heart raced as she stepped out of the mansion, the chilling warning from the unknown caller echoing in her mind. The air felt thick with tension, and she could hardly believe she was about to meet someone who claimed her life was in danger. She glanced around the property, the beautiful landscape now feeling ominous under the fading light. Following the instructions, she walked to the edge of the garden, her heels clicking against the stone path. She waited, her pulse quickening with every passing second. She looked at her watch—ten minutes had turned into twenty, and then thirty. “Where are you?” she muttered, frustration bubbling up inside her. She scanned the surroundings, expecting to see someone emerge from the shadows. Nothing. No one came. The weight of disappointment settled heavily in her chest. “This is ridiculous,” she grumbled, shaking her head as she turned to head back inside. As she walked back toward the mansion, anger mixed with embarrassment. How could she

Mandy sat cross-legged on the hotel bed, the tears from earlier had long dried, leaving her with a hardened resolve. She had spent too much time crying over the betrayal, too much time feeling weak and humiliated. Now, she was done being the victim. It was time to take control of her life again—starting with Ramsey. Her hands clenched into fists as she thought about her ex-husband. Ramsey Wendel was not going to marry her sister. Not if she had anything to do with it. The very thought of Bella standing beside Ramsey, smiling in a wedding gown, made Mandy sick to her stomach. They didn’t deserve happiness after what they had done to her. She needed a plan. A plan that would destroy Ramsey for good, ensuring that he could never walk down the aisle with Bella. And when she was done with him, she would turn her attention to the others. Dwight, Davis, Rachael—every single one of them would pay. But Ramsey had to come first. She grabbed her phone, her fingers flying across the screen

Mandy paced around her bedroom, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her. This time, she had a plan to finish Ramsey once and for all. With trembling fingers, she dialed Cain’s number, her voice steady as she spoke, despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins. "It’s time," Mandy said firmly, staring out of the window at the night sky. "And this is exactly what you should do." On the other end of the line, Cain listened in silence, nodding as if Mandy could see him. His eyes darkened with understanding. "It will be done," he assured her, his voice low and filled with resolve. "You don’t have to worry about a thing. Consider it taken care of." Mandy exhaled, a sense of relief washing over her. "Thank you, Cain. You’re the only one I can count on," Mandy murmured before hanging up the phone. Now all she could do was wait. --- Cain leaned back in his chair, the phone still in his hand. A smirk played on his lips as he thought about Mandy’s words. It was a dangerous

Rachel stormed into her grandfather’s room, her face twisted with frustration. The door slammed behind her as she stomped over to where Grandpa Benson sat in his large leather armchair, reading a newspaper. "I can’t take it anymore, Grandpa!" Rachel fumed, her hands trembling with anger. "Dwight... he hates me now. He treats me like I’m nothing! All because of that stupid plan you made me follow." Grandpa Benson didn’t bother looking up from his paper. He continued reading calmly, as if her words didn’t matter. After a long silence, he finally lowered the paper and fixed his cold, steely eyes on Rachel. "You didn’t play your cards well," he barked, his voice gruff and sharp. "I told you from the start: control the game or be played by it. You let your feelings get in the way, and now look at you. Weak. Pathetic." Rachel felt a sharp sting at his words, but she refused to back down. "I followed everything you told me to do!" she protested, her voice wavering slightly. "I set him up