Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 2087

Her health seemed to be on a downward spiral lately. In the past, despite being bullied by so many, she seldom fell ill. Now, as her life finally seemed to improve, her health deteriorated day by day. Could it be that she was doomed to a miserable fate?

She managed a bitter smile and sincerely thanked Dave, who cautioned her on the other end of the line.

"But from now on, we can't pull off something like this again. We got lucky with Beck letting us off this time, all thanks to Fitch's intervention. Next time, we might not be so fortunate. Now with Bonnie siding with Jason, and Morgan getting tangled in payday loans, it won't be long before his debt issues reach Boris."

Stella rubbed her temples, feeling a throbbing pain.

After a while, she spoke softly, "Dave, do you know? I keep dreaming about crawling on that expensive carpet. Sometimes, I wonder, is this life even real? Did I exhaust all my efforts just to become a Sanders, merely to survive?"

"Stella..."

"But now, I'm clear about my purpose. I want those who bullied me to face their karma. Alan has already met his fate, Morgan's next, then Bonnie, and finally, Jason."

Dave frowned, knowing that taking on Jason wouldn't be easy. Jason's power far exceeded Alan's.

"Dave, thanks for not ratting me out this time. I won't make you go against the Sanders family anymore. Just keep feeding me information."

Dave merely hummed in response and hung up.

Stella tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She knew it was just a matter of time before Beck found out about the incident with Maja being linked to her.

She grabbed a tissue from beside her bed to wipe the cold sweat off her forehead.

At 2 a.m., she was jolted awake by a nightmare, feeling as if her body was engulfed in flames.

She fell out of bed, feeling surrounded by people.

"Beck."

"Beck!"

She called out several times, but there was no response from outside her room.

The panic wrapped around her like wire, driving her to the brink of madness.

"Beck..."

Whispering the name, she slowly crawled to the door, but she couldn't stand up to open it.

The world seemed pitch black to Stella as she groped along the wall, trying to find the door, but the texture felt all wrong.

"Beck!"

"Beck!"

Her initial cautious calls turned into desperate screams, like a frightened animal.

Beck had just come back from a night out drinking, the smell of alcohol still on him.

As he reached the second floor, he heard the panicked voice.

Stella's voice broke as she pounded on the door.

Beck thought he was hallucinating, recognizing the tremble in the voice.