Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 879

Darlene was walking around with her nose in the air, bragging to her friends about how Ian was totally into her, even stressing their intimate relationship.

But everyone was a bit skeptical. After all, Darlene was just a small-time internet celeb with only a few hundred thousand followers. When she tried to sign with Star Movie Group, everyone thought she had a good shot because, let's face it, Darlene's acting was pretty decent.

But when Darlene started boasting about her imminent fame, she got rejected and became the laughing stock overnight.

So, everyone just took her words with a pinch of salt now.

Darlene knew these guys didn't believe her and scoffed.

She was just waiting for Mr. Raymond to pull some strings for her from Star Movie Group. Then, these guys would come crawling back.

After hanging up the phone, Maja stared blankly at the documents in front of her, unable to focus.

The intense feelings from last night still lingered. She couldn't believe he still had the energy for another one.

She let out a self-mocking laugh.

Thinking about her agreement with Beck, she pursed her lips.

Taking a deep breath, she swallowed the lump in her throat and opened her chat with Cornelia.

Cornelia was also one of the selected Hollywood actors this time. Once her hand was fully recovered, she could join the Hollywood crew.

Sitting up in bed now, she felt nauseous looking at the bloody mess in the trash can.

This small clinic was run by her relatives, and that bloody mess was the baby she had just miscarried.

She was skinny, and the weather was cold, so she wore a lot. No one could tell she was pregnant, let alone that she had been pregnant for a while now.

Even her parents didn't know.

"Cornelia, ah, I don't know what to say."

Cornelia grabbed a tissue and wiped the sweat off her forehead, her eyes bloodshot.

"As long as it wasn't born, it wasn't a full life. I was deceived. If I knew Omar was part of the Casson family, I would never have gotten pregnant."

Her hand clutched the sheets tightly.

The clinic wasn't well-equipped. The operation was performed by her relatives, who promised to keep it a secret.

Cornelia got out of bed, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Send this to Omar."

Her hand was still too weak to grip tightly, all because of Omar's sister, Alma.

The Casson family, the culprit, had deceived and hurt her.