All Chapters of Dear Ex Husband, I'll Make You Wish You Were Dead: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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091: Lights, action and the Remingtons

MIMI"Lights, cameras... and action."Vivienne Chase's voice echoed through the room just as the lights bathed the three of us—Devon, Vivienne, and me—in their glow. I was dressed in a white satin gown, seated beside Devon on a plush white cushion that held us both, facing Vivienne, who sat alone on a matching single couch. Her eyes were sharp, and the corners of her mouth glistened—wet, eager, hungry for the questions she was about to unleash to the world.She glanced at the camera, then back at Devon and me.My hand instinctively reached for his. He met me halfway, our fingers interlacing as a faint smile tugged at both our lips.This was our performance—our carefully crafted bid to win back public sympathy and return to the good graces of the masses."Welcome back, everyone, to Chase Unfiltered. Today, we’re with the gorgeous Mimi Remington and her lovely husband, here in their beautiful apartment that they just purchased..." Her eyes drifted to us as I tightened my grip on Devon’s

Last Updated : 2025-08-02

092: Completely Alone

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

Last Updated : 2025-08-10

093: Delusional and ill conceived

ABIGAIL The door jars open wide as my right leg flicks my heel to and fro above the ground. Flashes of light burst against my face, almost blinding me. I extend my hand, waiting for another to clasp it and guide me down. With a light jump, I step out of the car just as the door shuts behind me. Four men in black close ranks around me, like a living barricade. Though they form a wall, the relentless flashes still pierce through, taunting me.As they move, I move with them, my gaze sharp, as reporters shove recorders, microphones, and their cheap plastic phones through the gaps, desperate for my attention.“Miss Abigail De Ronte, isn’t it inhumane of you to claim the properties of your late business partner and friend, Emmette Nash, amidst the mysterious disappearance of his wife?”I keep my lips pressed shut, ignoring the question. One of my men pushes the reporter back, but another manages to force their recorder through the barricade.“Rumors are swarming about your close ties and

Last Updated : 2025-08-20

094: Selfish and afraid

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

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

095: Did you kidnap me?

SALEMIt was an addicting habit. A weary transition from the road, my steering wheel and Corrie. My eyes grew heavy and I could feel the fatigue creeping in. I was exhausted, burnt out, you might say and unlike me, Corrie slept the entire road trip. Although it made the entire trip easier but I always had to stare hard at her to make sure if she was even alive and breathing.Corrie lets out a yawn, I watched from my peripheral vision as she slowly examined me in her groggy state.She smacked her lips loudly and yawned again."Are you thirsty? I can pull over and I can get you something to drink?" I muttered, my voice was tired so it wasn't a suprise that Corrie might have picked up on it."How long have we been driving?" She questioned, the sedatives must almost be out of her system.Shit.I scratched my chin, playing it cool."For a while now." I answered."A while? The sun is almost setting. What's the time?" Corrie questioned as my wrist gripped tightly to the steering wheel."It'

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

096: He is my husband

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

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

097: Make new memories

SALEMFrom the bedroom, through the corridors, and into the living room, I dragged Jared by the collar as he groaned in pain.With a final yank, I flung him forward, and he stumbled onto the cold, polished wooden floor.I paced the room, my rage barely contained, while he hissed through his teeth. His eyes swirled with confusion, as if he couldn’t grasp what he’d done wrong.Though he was far too afraid to fucking ask."What the fuck did you just do, old man?" I snapped, my eyes burning with primal rage.His silence only pissed me off more."Are you deaf?" I spat, stepping forward as he crawled backward in fear."I—I…" he stammered, shuddering. "I did what you asked—hypnosis." His words trembled, like he was still trying to figure out what exactly he’d done wrong."No, you old bastard," I snarled, looming over him. "I asked you to erase her fucking memories. I didn’t ask you to lie about me being her husband. You had one fucking job, dammit!" I punched the air, but it wasn’t enough to

Last Updated : 2025-09-02

098: Two love birds

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

Last Updated : 2025-09-07

099: You just made a friend

SALEM My hand latched onto Corrie’s as I guided her toward the club. I spun my head over my shoulder, sneaking a peek at her. Even in the dim light, the flush on her cheeks was visible—the only color on her beautiful face.She was awkward and shy, yet curious. If she had looked just a bit uncomfortable or irritated, I might have paused and taken her home. But she didn’t. She looked just as beautiful as the first time I met her.The club music blared in the background, the room was drenched in darkness with flashes of red and blue light flickering across the crowd. I pulled her onto the dance floor, into the midst of bodies moving in rhythm.A few girls shimmied their way up to Corrie, they were grinding their ass against her, and from the look of it, they were fucking wasted. The flashing lights didn't have to inform me about Corrie's uneasy expression.Her body stiffened, she had no idea how to respond. I stepped in before the awkwardness swallowed her whole, sliding a steady hand a

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

100: Trapped

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

Last Updated : 2025-09-08

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