Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1842

When the helicopter touched down, Carol felt like jelly from head to toe.

She was almost scared to touch the ground, curling up in her seat, haunted by the feeling that everything that had just happened was a dream.

Wake up, please wake up.

But it wasn't a dream. The pilot had already notified the crew to find help and asked her, “Ms. Miller, are you coming with us? If you don’t, I'll have to stay here with you.”

But Carol was drained, lacking even the strength to get off the helicopter.

She felt as if her soul had shattered with Felix the moment he leapt, leaving behind nothing but a hollow shell.

A sharp pain in her head made her clutch herself tighter, and all she could do was cry.

It hurt so much, like her heart was being ripped out.

Was Felix really gone?

Did he die because of what she said?

She dared not ponder it too deeply, feeling pathetically hopeful for time to reverse.

Please, God, turn back the clock.

She would never say those words again.

No matter how much of a scoundrel Felix was, how devilish, how petty, how ruthless, she wanted him alive.

She had never wanted him dead, and the curse she gave was just something she said in anger.

Felix must have gone mad to take her so literally.

When she asked him to love her, he never listened.

But when she told him to die, he took it to heart.

Biting her lip, she couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face.

She even felt blinded by her tears, and the world before her became a blur.

If only she had never met him.

If only she had never loved him.

Suddenly, nausea overtook Carol, not from pregnancy, but a physical reaction to shock.