Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Ex Husband, I'll Make You Wish You Were Dead: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

EMMETTE"I’ve identified the body, sir," Abel muttered on the other end of the line. "It’s him."He confirmed Salem’s death, and for some reason, panic clawed at my chest, followed by a sting of guilt.I didn’t know what to say. I was loss for words, speechless even. We weren’t the best of friends. We were far from it, but still, I felt bad. I had promised to come back for him, and instead, I left him to die.Annoyance simmered alongside the guilt, tangled with a storm of emotions I couldn’t fully unravel.But above them all, anger stood tall. When I was supposedly died, he kidnapped Corrie and kept her hidden, safe. My men couldn’t even track her down. And now that she’s finally found—she doesn’t even remember me.Instead, she’s afraid of me.She calls that bastard her husband.Why? Why doesn’t Corrie recall a single thing about me? Why does she recoil at the sound of my voice?My grip on the phone tightened until pain shot up my hand."Leave the morgue for now," I ordered coldly, ju

EMMETTE "Sister?" Corrie squints, trying to recall any small bit of memory. "I don't have a brother," Corrie tells him, still in a state of confusion, before briefly looking at me and turning her attention back to him. "Oh, there's an explanation for that. We share the same father but different mothers," Kennedy explains, but Corrie's hand reaches to the side of her head as she lets out a grumbling hiss. "No." Corrie mutters. "Mom and dad only had me and Emerald." Corrie explains as I freeze up. She remembers Emerald, that's good at least. But the way she says it is like she grew up with them. Like they were still alive, and the relief that lingered morphed into an ache of worry. "Well," Kennedy slurred briefly. "My mother was dad's mistress," Kennedy explains, and Corrie frowns; her shoulders shrivel and she squints her eyes even more. "No." Corrie stutters, suddenly slipping into a gasping frenzy. "D-dad will not do that to mom." She thinks for a moment, her eyes slowly openi

MIMI All I could do was clasps my hands over my nose and think of a way to beg for mercy. "I'm sorry for talking bad about Corrie." I stuttered. "You have to understand." My body trembled. "You don't understand how hard it was to watch my husband pick her over me again and again with each bid." I chuckled. "You don't expect me to like her all of a sudden do you? She's fucking lucky I didn't even shoot." "I never got to thank you for what you did in the ferry." Emmette muttered playing with his ciga. My body relaxed a bit, but I was still tense. He could use this as a front and just as well expect me to be relaxed. "You don't need to." I urged. "You're right but unfortunately, you and I are what each other needs at the moment." He said as I turned to him confused. "I don't understand," I scoffed confused. "What could we probably need from each other." The air was silent, he didn't give me a reply. "You're going to the station right?" He muttered snapping his head to my directi

CORRIEMy vision was blurry. I couldn't tell if it was because I'd been crying or it was because I was drunk. Either way I was pathetic. Standing before my husband's casket, instead of paying my respect, I acted like every other person in the media. Sullying his name in his death.But I really couldn't face Salem's funeral sober, if you could call this a funeral. He couldn't defend himself after the lies spew by the tabloids. And I couldn't do anything as well. I wasn't even given a chance to say anything. The police didn't even call me for questioning. They took the words of the woman at the ferry who was held hostage with me. Which was nothing but lies.And the moment the media got to know of it, they ran with the crappy bullshit that Salem was behind everything. Why she lied? I didn't understand but it had Emmette written all over it.To the media, I was just a pitiful woman who was trafficked and sedated to stupor.His funeral was strange. They gave him a casket, yet his body had

MIMI"Happy birthday, dear," Devon belated, his tone smooth but distant. From the corner of my eye, I caught the glint of a small green box in his hand an emerald one that fit neatly into his palm. I rolled my eyes to the side but quickly plastered on my brightest smile."Awwn, honey," I gasped, turning fully toward him. "You shouldn’t have."Truly, he shouldn’t have.Especially if this was what I thought it was. Without even opening the box, I already knew. Inside would be that overhyped, bedazzled emerald hairpin every other woman had flaunted last season. The same one that matched my emerald ball gown. Predictable.Almost every woman had raved about it, and now here it was, in my hand. So last season and yet, Devon thought this was thoughtful. Meanwhile, I’d made it very clear how much I adored the rare sapphire jewelry set. Only two women owned it.Lilly's mother and the president’s daughter. And to make matters worse, rumors were swirling that Corrie had once been offered the sam