Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

"Ha, being called a good guy isn't exactly a compliment."

Beck headed back to the living room, still feeling off, as if someone had him figured out and it didn't sit well with him.

Without giving it another thought, he decided to clear his head and went out to grab a drink with some friends.

After he left, Stella slowly opened her eyes, gazing at the flowers hanging before her, lost in thought.

The conservatory was filled with vibrant flowers that seemed to bloom all year round. Beck, with his playboy ways, really knew how to live it up.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

She got up and glanced at her phone.

It was filled with Bonnie's curses and, of course, those bed pictures Bonnie loved to send. Ever since Bonnie started dating Morgan back in college, she enjoyed flaunting their intimate moments to Stella.

The pictures didn't reveal much, just the two of them in bed, arms exposed, clearly taken post-encounter.

Stella had tried blocking her once, but that only led to Bonnie's cronies cornering her.

Despite Bonnie's venomous nature towards her, she was the life of the party among friends, a goddess in their eyes. Anyone who crossed her would find it tough in their circle.

Sadly, Stella had always been on her hit list.

Stella barely glanced at the photo before turning away, her fingers brushing against the flowers beside her, bringing one to her nose. The scent wasn't strong, but it reminded her of Bonnie. With a gentle twist, the flower snapped in her hand, leaving only a trace of its essence on her fingertips.

Twirling the stem between her fingers, she stood up and made a call.

"Has Bonnie reached out to Alan yet?"

"Yes, she has."

"Next time they meet, send Morgan the video of them together. And drop a copy on the school forum too." "Got it."

A smirk curled on Stella's lips as she checked her bank balance on her phone, feeling a sense of reassurance.

Indeed, only money could give her that peace of mind.

She didn't rush back but instead took a leisurely walk around the mansion.

The estate was massive, about an acre, adorned with flowers in full bloom. She learned from a servant that Beck had hired the best florists to ensure the mansion was always surrounded by flowers.

She chuckled, asking a nearby

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The servant looked uncomfortable, "Well, not exactly. It's more like Mr. Beck himself enjoys them."

A grown man into flowers?

What was really going on in Beck's mind?

Realizing his slip, the servant coughed awkwardly.

"But publicly, we say it's for Mr. Beck's true love who adores flowers, not him."

So, it was all about keeping appearances.

Stella's fingertips grazed another flower, her eyes lifting in amusement.

"Got it, it's not his personal interest."

*

After catching up with friends, Beck was on his way home when Dylan called.

"Beck, I heard Stella's over at your place?

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Beck frowned deeply.

"Big bro, you guys really don't suspect she's faking it?"

"If the DNA test says she's family, then she is."

Beck felt a lump in his throat; he couldn't stand the thought of handing over the Sanders family assets to a scammer. "Let's wait a bit longer. I'll make sure everything checks out."

Upon returning to his mansion, he instinctively looked around, probably searching for someone. The servant, guessing his thoughts, promptly said.

"Ms. Sanders has left."

Beck nodded, half-expecting her to stick around for a free dinner.

Given her penny-pinching and deceitful nature, wouldn't she jump at the chance to save on a meal?