All Chapters of Dear Ex Husband, I'll Make You Wish You Were Dead: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

MIMII followed Devon into the hospital’s underground parking lot, my footsteps echoing faintly against the concrete as he strode ahead toward his car. From the moment we got here, it felt like he had already made up his mind not to hear me out, no matter how much I had insisted. Still, I trailed behind him, clinging to the fragile hope that I was wrong.When he finally stopped, I halted too, my breath catching as he pulled out his keys and unlocked the car with a sharp click. He reached for the handle, and panic surged through me.I stepped forward quickly.“Devon?” I called. He let out a loud sigh without even bothering to look back. The car door creaked open, left slightly ajar as he stood between it and the driver’s seat, like he couldn’t decide whether to leave or stay.“What?” he dragged out, the word curling off his tongue with exhaustion.“You don’t even plan to hear me out, do you?” I asked, my voice tightening in despair.He let out a groan. “Does it matter? I already know

CORRIEI sat on a bench just outside the hospital not beyond the fences, but far enough to feel removed from it. Patients wandered around the courtyard; some leaned on their loved ones, others moved alone, their steps slow and uncertain. And in a strange way, I fit right in.The only difference was that I wasn’t dressed in a hospital gown. And Abel, along with the two guards Emmette had hired, stood at just the right distance, close enough to watch me, far enough not to make me look like some sheltered heiress under constant surveillance.If I wasn’t careful, though, I might end up wearing one.The doctor had been clear. Forcing myself to remember was dangerous. Either the headaches I’d been having would intensify, growing ten times worse or… I could lose my memories. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I might even trigger early-onset dementia.So, what he was basically telling me to let Haven go.Because even if I managed to remember somehow, I’d only end up losing it all over again.My

CORRIE The cool evening breeze brushed against me, scattering my hair across my face and leaving a chill that settled deep in my bones. I held a bouquet of roses, lowering myself slowly before placing it gently ontop Haven’s grave.My gaze lingered on the dates etched into the stone. He had only been four years old when he was murdered.My body trembled where I knelt as I felt Emmette step quietly beside me. I lifted myself up and tilted my head down, fighting to keep the tears from spilling.I didn’t know what I had been expecting, but a part of me thought that, somehow, being here would bring my memories back.A quiet, disappointed sigh slipped past my lips.“Do you think I was a good parent to Haven?” I murmured, glancing up at Emmette. “When I looked through old tabloids, I was always blamed for his death.”I studied Emmette's face and the hesitation in his voice made me immediately regret asking him such.I already knew his answer.Maybe I had been terrible.“After he died…” Emm

CORRIEI watch Charlton and Hatty through the small glass window in the door, my chest tightening at the sight of him lying there in such a pitiful state. The doctor had already confirmed it, the bullet was indeed from a sniper.I fold my arms, worry settling deep in my bones. I can’t bring myself to go in. My throat feels locked with guilt, as though stepping any closer might somehow make things worse, like my presence alone could put Charlton in even more danger. But I couldn't face Hatty either. I pushed her away, and the moment I tried to make things right, I ended up hurting someone precious to her.Her voice still echoed in my mind, her cold, piercing shriek the moment Charlton dropped.Tears shimmered at my eyes, I stepped a bit forward to get a closer look at them but then i felt a hand latch on to me. I froze about to retaliate until I was pulled back and turned to realise it was Emmette. my chest fall in relief as I rammed into him for a hug and suddenly the tears fell freel

CORRIEThe elevator was quiet, and all I could think about was how rich Emmette actually was. Yes, he’s a billionaire, but I hadn’t truly registered how powerful he was until we stepped into Emerald Palace. Now I understood why Kennedy had his eyes on him.But it was strange. After my memory loss, I had never really come here. I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of Emery.I stood awkwardly, my feet slightly apart, my gaze fixed on the elevator floor. Then it drifted—first to Emmette’s shoes, then slowly upward. His suit was perfectly tailored, still sharp in a way that made him look untouchable. My eyes lingered on the veins in his hand, then traced the line of his neck before settling on his hair. It was slightly messy, but it's still impressive after everything we’d been through today.Without thinking, I reached out, intending to fix it. But at that exact moment, he caught me with my hand outstretched. For a second, I forgot why I’d even lifted it.I looked up at him and our eyes locked