บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex Husband, I'll Make You Wish You Were Dead: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CORRIE It should have been Devon in that casket, He should have died instead, not my son. Haven was just four years old and death had to take him from me. My throat itched as I groaned in pain. I don't know how long it's been, it feels like years since I saw my boy alive and that breaks my heart each time I gaze upon the casket. And I was to blame as well, he died running into the streets, hoping to see his father. A phone rang, and before I knew it the front door was flung open and I heard screams and gasps only to meet him dead by the roadside. Someone had forged a phone call and lured my Haven to his death. Haven was my baby, my only hope in this cruel world. There wasn't anything I would have done for him and his last words haunt me anytime I thought about him. It was my fault for giving him Devon Remington as his father. To think Devon would have at least rushed to see his dying boy. But no, not even once, he was with that slut and didn't even bother to find Haven till now

MIMI Four years later My hands flung around him, our voices blending with each other as I let out a moan. My hips lifted slightly as he thrust his cock inside me in a fast motion. My body felt like it was going to explode as my moans grew louder. Beads of sweat dropped down my neck as I avoided his gaze. "Look at me, Mimi." My eyes trailed to his sweaty face, a warm redness emanating on my cheeks. "Who's better, me or Devon?" His movements slowed purposely to spite me. I grunted internally, buckling my hips to and fro, my moans morphing into exasperated cries. He placed his hands on the sides of my hips and pressed them down, a wicked glint gleaming in his eyes as he hovered over me. "What's the matter, Mimi? Can't talk?" he snarled at me as I sucked in a harsh breath. "It's you, Rendolf." Almost immediately, he picked up the pace, thrusting his cock in me relentlessly. Just as I was about to cum, my phone rang. My head turned to the side to search for it, but R

CORRIE"I'll bring a sample from Devon on my way back from work." My eyes watch from the corner a black Rolls Royce, matching my pace, it was obvious the driver wanted my attention the moment i left my apartment."I'll call you back Hatty, I have something to take care off." I hung up, my eyes never leaving the black car until I paused. The car stopped too as I stared at it's black tinted windows. I immediately start smashing numbers as the call immediately got answered."Seems like I'll be late to work Mr Remington, I hope Herod isn't back from school already." I take a breath staring at the car once more."He's not." Devon stuttered. "His nanny is picking him up as we speak, you still have time—""Good." I interrupted as I hung up, putting my phone in the pocket of my skirt.I walked to the driver's seat of the tap on the tinted windows of the car. The car windows slowly wind down to see a handsome man sharply dressed in a reddish brown uniform. He had a hat on as he lifts the hat

DEVON"Good afternoon Mr Remington." Corrie greeted, slightly tilting her head to a bow. My eyes only focused on her lips, the only thing I could recall was flashes of a few nights ago. I just nodded, shaking off the thought before the heat could crawl up my cheek. But I felt an insufferable amount of heat below my torso."Good afternoon, Corrie," I said, my voice steady as her attention shifted to Herod. She moved with deliberate precision, bending just enough to flaunt her curves. A knowing smile crept across my lips—she was clearly inviting me to take her.I left the study, handing my briefcase to a waiting maid, and headed to my bedroom. Stripping off my clothes, I stepped into a hot shower, letting the water cascade over me. Yet, my mind lingered on Corrie. The way her mouth worked it's way around my cock. I'd do anything to have her worship me completely.I turned off the shower, wrapped a towel round my waist. I changed immediately into black fitted pants and a white designer

CORRIE "Good job Herod." I praised Herod, he flashed me a toothful smile, retracting his head back to his homework. The moment his sight wasn't on me, my smile faltered simmering into a thin line. My throat ached, literally burning, anytime I tried to clear it. My hand perfectly curved my throat as I tried to hold back a cough. I knew that drink was spiked. I had excused myself and went to the restroom sticking a finger down my throat to get out what I could out my stomach. It was fucking hard doing that without making a single noise. I could have died or at least I felt like dying. When Devon left me in the room with Melanie, she had exit the room and I lazily sprung up to escape. God knows what would have happened if Mimi hadn't come at the right time and soon enough I'll thank her in kind. My session with Herod was done. I picked up my purse and head to the door as two maids bowed at my exit. One opened the door for me as my steps hurried out to the gate. "Stop her."