Semua Bab He Divorced Me; Oh well! He's Gonna Regret It : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The old man looked over their birth dates, running his fingers over the charts. After a long, tense silence, he finally spoke. “You two,” he said, looking between them with a frown, “you are not meant to be.” Bella’s heart dropped into her stomach. “What do you mean?” she whispered. The astrologist looked at Ramsey. “This is your enemy year. That’s why so many bad things are happening to you. And you,” he said, turning to Bella, “this is your year. Good things are supposed to happen. But because you are with him, his bad luck will overshadow your fortune.” Bella’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes filling with tears again. Ramsey, on the other hand, had had enough. He stood up, glaring at the old man. “What the hell is this?” he snapped. “Did someone pay you to say this nonsense? This is all ridiculous!” The astrologist didn’t flinch, simply staring at him with cold eyes. “I only read the signs,” he said calmly. Ramsey, furious, reached into his pocket, threw some ca

Bella paid for her untouched meal, her mind elsewhere as she grabbed her bag and left the cafe. She still felt uneasy, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her. As she passed a nearby bookshop, an impulse struck her, and she went inside. Browsing through the shelves, she found what she was looking for—a beautiful, leather-bound diary with a small lock. It felt right, like something she could keep her deepest thoughts in, far away from prying eyes. With the diary in hand, Bella boarded a taxi and headed home, her fingers tracing the intricate design on the cover. The driver chatted with her, but Bella’s responses were mechanical, her mind too preoccupied with everything going on. She couldn’t stop thinking about The seer, Mandy and the baby, and worse, what would happen if Ramsey ever found out. When she arrived home, she sat on her bed, pulling the diary out of the bag. With a sense of satisfaction, she decided on a password for the lock: "RAB." She chuckled to herself, feeli

Immediately, Ramsey’s phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. He reached over, picked up his phone, and blinked at the screen. It was a message from the unknown caller again. Ramsey had been expecting it, but the timing was earlier than planned. As he opened it, his eyes scanned the words: *I’ve rescheduled our meeting for today. I’ve got a concert tomorrow, hope you don’t mind. The venue remains the same.* Ramsey chuckled to himself as he read the message out loud, his tone nonchalant. Bella, however, didn’t share his amusement. Her stomach tightened, and her face twisted in discomfort when he mentioned the venue. “Can’t he change the venue?” she asked, her voice laced with worry. “I’m still not comfortable with this.” Ramsey smiled at her, trying to ease her concern. “Don’t worry, Bella. I’ll be fine. Besides, this is a lot of money we’re talking about. It’ll set us up for life.” Bella forced a smile, but she was still displeased. No amount of money was worth risking his

The tension in the room thickened as Rachel reached for the door. When she opened it, Pamela strode in, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She shot Rachel a cold, venomous stare, as though her presence was a personal insult. Her usual composed demeanor was replaced by frustration as she moved toward Dwight with purposeful strides, her expression twisted with worry and anger. Dwight, sitting back in his chair, raised an eyebrow at her. “What is it, Pamela? You’re supposed to be at work by now.” “Yes, sir, I know. But Miss Sharon is covering for me. I came because I didn't want to say it over the phone, I wanted to tell you in person,” Pamela replied, standing firm in front of him. Rachel, still by the door, remained silent but attentive, her eyes flickering between Dwight and Pamela, waiting to see what would unfold. “Go on,” Dwight said, his voice calm but curious. Pamela took a deep breath, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. “With all due respect, sir, your wif

Rachel paced forth and backwards, her heart pounding in her chest. She had tried calling Bella several times but it all got declined. Now, each call is going straight to voicemail. Rachel clenched her phone, her knuckles turning white as panic surged through her. She couldn’t believe Bella was ignoring her, especially at a time like this. Time was running out, and she needed to act fast. “Think, Rachel, think,” she muttered under her breath. Her mind raced, and without hesitation, she dialed Elsa’s number. It rang once, twice, and then Elsa’s voice came through the line, laced with curiosity. “Rachel? What’s going on?” Rachel didn’t waste time with pleasantries. “Elsa, it’s bad. Really bad,” she blurted out, her voice trembling. “Mandy... Mandy’s laid an ambush for Ramsey, she's hired assassin's to kill him. I’ve been trying to warn Bella, but she won’t answer my calls. I don’t know what to do!” Elsa’s voice grew tense. “Wait, Mandy wants to kill Ramsey? How sure are you about t