All Chapters of Dear Ex Husband, I'll Make You Wish You Were Dead: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

MIMIThe sound of boots thundered the stairwell as I stood in one exact spot. I recalled how I had opened the door for Keith, decked in all black he didn't even bother to ask what had happened. He just walked past me to see Benjamin's body laid in his own pool of blood, with cuts, bruises and chards of glass scattered around him. The first thing he did was slap on some gloves. Then examined the body. He proceeded to carry the corpse upstairs while I wait in grueling silence for what's next.A loud deliberate stump came at the end of the stairwell and my eyes moved to Keith to see him taking off his gloves. His eyes furrowed in annoyance and in all my years knowing him, it was rare to get Keith mad. Even after asking him to cover up my deeds, even after I ghosted him for years to marry Devon. What was so different about today that he finally took offence."Oddly there isn't any CCTV inside the building so you're lucky. There seem to be a few outside but I'll take care of that." He sai

ABIGAIL"I don't care how long it takes, find Corrie and her lover, burn the entire city even if you have to snuff them out. Dead or alive, I want them found." I groaned, about to end the call."What about Mimi Remington and her brother."My brows furrowed at the information. "What about them?" I asked."Keith her brother is dead and her ex husband is the murderer has been arrested for that but it was also discovered that Benjamin Remington was found dead in his bedroom."My eyes widened at the information as a smirk crawled it's way to my lips."Has an autopsy been conducted?" I asked."Yes, Mimi Remington is the culprit. Although the results haven't been published yet.""Buy out the coroner, I don't care how much it costs. Make sure Mimi Remington is found innocent, her husband will take the fall for his brother's murder. Understood?" I cocked as I ended the call before I could get a reply.My phone rang again, Mimi's ID blared across the screen of my phone. I cocked a smile and sli

DEVONMy hands were tied behind my back. All I could do was struggle as detectives came in one by one, not a single one conducting an actual investigation. They all have went through a couple documents, filled my name and laughed about probably anything that wasn't in line with my case. Soon, they all left, my hands still handcuffed. The door open wide and I was ready to lash at the person coming right through it.My head tilt up and suddenly my chest seem to fall as my eyes widened. My mother walked in, her face etched in disgust. She trailed towards the chair opposite me as she dropped her hand bag on the table. I watched her sit down, her face cold and devoid of emotion. Her face was swollen, her eyes red as trace of tears formed dark circles round her eyes.Shame flushed my face crimson, I nestled my back to the hard feeling of the chair. My face fell, I couldn't just look at her. The pain and defeat, a tapestry blankly printed on her face.It didn't take a genius to tell me that

HATTYI was so tired, exhaustion was a fucking understatement. I’d been moving back and forth between the lab and Corrie, running test after test, each one eating away at what was left of my sanity. I was a goddamn zombie, barely functioning, sustained only by caffeine pumping furiously through my veins.I had no idea how long I’d been holed up in this laboratory. Time had blurred. Day and night meant nothing. And despite all the hours and effort, I still hadn’t gotten a single lead on the drug. Each day that passed, the same terrifying thought clawed its way back into my mind: Corrie might not even be alive. She could already be dead, and the equipment I’d hooked her up to was just keeping her body warm, nothing more.Her brain showed barely any activity, no signals, not even the faintest wave. I’d started to assume the drug had rendered her brain-dead. But what kind of drug was so powerful, so devastating… and yet so unknown?I stared down at my research. I was this close to sweepin

MIMILa Cuillère Dorée.My head panned up at the big words written at the top of the restaurant. My hand held the door of my uber as I turned and slammed it shut. The driver scurried off having been paid as I looked back up at the dreaded sign.Those words held a lot of memories. Devon would merely utter them anytime he would asked to meet. This was where I had met Devon, this was where we met adjacent, to our numerous affairs. This was where Corrie gained knowledge of our affair, this was where Devon had proposed. All exciting memories. But this was also where Devon had chose to humiliate me, the time I brought the family together to celebrate getting a permit to emerald palace. Where he would bring a few random girls behind my back, even when we had double dates. It was the same share of humiliation.This was our special place, our haven in which he turned rotten. And now, I stand behind the building just because Devon had requested to see me. The thought of it left a bitter taste