บททั้งหมดของ Dear Ex Husband, I'll Make You Wish You Were Dead: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

MIMII felt uneasy as all eyes panned to Abigail. But truthfully who wouldn't turn their necks to get a glimpse of her. She donned a black tailored cropped blazer adorned with gold buttons that added a touch of sophistication. Beneath the blazer, she wore a simple black top that tucked seamlessly into her high-waisted, wide-leg trousers, creating a sleek silhouette.A matching black shoulder bag and pointed-toe heels completed the look, emphasizing her polished and elegant style.Her appearance demanded attention and with a brief glance at Devon he seemed to be entranced by her as well, so did Vivienne who seemed to have went stiff with admiration.My body boiled but I simply calmed myself down.Abigail was on my side, and I couldn’t afford to lose her or give her the slightest feeling that we were competing.But in the nearest future she'll have to go. Besides, being seen as an ally gave me bonus points in having things my way.I stepped forward, a smile spread across my lips."Abiga

SALEMMy hand pressed the truck shut as I watched Corrie and Hatty share a hug with her little sidekick by her side. I strutted over towards them, standing behind Corrie as Hatty babied her. Corrie was still under sedatives, and it was obvious Hatty found it easier to baby her since she felt guilty for administering them. I grabbed Corrie's hand, gently pulling her away from Hatty as she looked up at me with her bright smile that held a dull complexion.I felt a tug at my chest as my other hand caressed her cheek."Go wait for me in the car," I told her, and she nodded. She adjusted the scarf that she had plopped over her head like a hood. I watched her approach the car sluggishly, and I spotted her shades in her grasp."Shades?" I pestered. She turned her back to me a bit and swiftly put on the shades as she made her way to the car door.I, as well, wore my own brand of shades, a baseball cap, and a black nose mask that hid the entire bottom of my face."We're going to see the doctor

CORRIEIt smelled of lavender. It was so strong that my nose picked it up and I woke up because of it. My eyes slowly forced open just to see nothing but a blur, I wanted to panic, but I couldn't. Maybe it was the lavender but I just there as tears shimmered in my eyes. Everytime I blinked water streamed down the corner of both eyes.Slowly, my vision began to return. Everything was still a blur, but I knew it was the cloying sweetness of the scent clouding my senses. It was so strong, so vivid, it felt as if I could almost see the fragrance itself or maybe I really was going insane.I tried to get up from where I laid but a voice tore in the room."Up up up. Don't move a muscle my dear." The voice of man probably in his forties ordered and somehow my body relaxed at his orders."Where am I?" I turned toward him, trying to make out his features, my eyes narrowing into a squint. "Who are you?" I asked, taking the chance to scan my surroundings. I was in a bedroom-my bedroom, or rather

CORRIEIs it possible to forget the feelings of love you once cherished for someone special?Is it possible to recall the happiest moment with them and not even feel an atom of the love you once had for them?It's hazy, it's confusing, as I watched Salem chop down lettuce on the chopping board.My mind tells me I'm supposed to love him, I'm supposed to be drawn to him, but my heart tells me something is off, like he isn't the one.Maybe it's the amnesia playing mind games on me.And there it was, a pang of guilt, gutted to the depth of my stomach.My brows furrowed and I panned my attention back to Salem.I stared at Salem so hard, my gaze must have been burning at his face.He noticed, gave me a little chuckle as he carried the board and knife over to the pot, straining the lettuce in and oddly using the knife to stir the pot like it was normal, while his other hand held the wooden board."Want a taste?" Salem offered, peering at the knife that was slick with the stew he'd been cooki

SALEM"What do you mean, shit? What happened?" Corrie pressed, her voice rising.Good question. This wasn’t supposed to happen. How did they find us? Could it have been Doctor Jared? No—then Hatty crossed my mind. It had her written all over it. She must have reported us to the authorities. But the people after us… they didn’t look like authorities at all.I reached towards the glove box with two fake ID's, two passports and a few wad of cash. The moment I closed the glove box, a sudden crash jolted the car as something slammed into us from behind. My body lurched forward, the seatbelt snapping tight against my chest, and Corrie's scream cut through the chaos. My right hand flew back to the steering wheel, gripping it hard as I fought to steady the car.My eyes flicked to the wing mirror.Two cars were tailing us, their headlights glaring like predators on the hunt. I pressed harder on the accelerator, but it barely made a difference. They stayed on me, closing in, deliberately rammi