Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 892

Omar was approaching now, still handsome as ever but with a chilly aura.

Cornelia recalled the first night she met him, when he looked all banged up. He told her he was a delivery guy who got into a fistfight with a kid who stole his delivery.

At that moment, she sympathized with him. They were just ordinary people struggling to make ends meet.

“Cornelia, Alma might need some time to accept you, but it’s cool. I’ll get her to.”

His words were full of care for his sister, as though it would be a great stroke of luck for Cornelia to become his wife.

Cornelia found his words laughable. She wanted to slap him, but her hand was still healing. She couldn’t afford to injure it again because of him.

Seeing her silent, Omar mistook it for agreement.

“I won’t hold your kid against you. Just don’t be so impulsive next time.”

As soon as he finished, Cornelia looked up at him.

Omar, who was initially a bit soft–hearted and happy to see her, now clearly saw disgust in her eyes.

Pure hatred.

He took a step back as she said, “Omar, even if all the men in the world die, I wouldn’t be with you. Don’t bother me again, or else.”

“Or else what?” Omar tried to grab her hand, but she violently shook him off.

“Or else I’ll show you that I can sleep with other men just as I did with you. After all, I’m not pure anymore, right?”

a sense of fear. Cornelia was

was different from other

another man got out of Omar’s car.

supposed to go to a bar, but Omar stopped the car when they

what are

from Greenfield. He was friends

the car, a beautiful woman walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed

was shocked by her kiss. He quickly

next second, a bullet whizzed past his shoulder. He let go of

like a demon straight from hell, looking at him with a ghastly

in terror, crawling a few steps back.

it, right? She initiated it and she was seducing me. I

by, wiping the corners of her

mercy. He was a waste of space, only interested in sleeping with female celebrities. His family was well–off too. Though

gunshot rang

the man in

knew Omar would do this. It was

very street, he dared to fire a gun

the next second, her

pointed the smoking gun at her cheek without hesitation.

even giving the gun a kiss, then said with a laugh, “Go on, kill me. You see, I’m not refusing

that his hand

gun from him, aimed at his

her, but she showed

the bullet would have