Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1101

Pearson was at his wits end, clutching at straws.

When he had been impersonating lan to write letters to Judith, he never imagined he’d face

her at the final hour.

So, he had pinned his hopes on this woman to save him from prison in light of the letters he

had written her.

“Ms. Sanders, I was the one who wrote those letters, the one who mimicked lan’s

handwriting. I know it was wrong, but when I met you overseas, I fell for you at first sight. I feared you wouldn’t accept me for who I was, so I pretended to be lan.”

A flicker of disgust crossed Judith’s face, and she had suspected something was off about

those letters since she arrived in Greenfield.

lan had been too indifferent towards her, nothing like the caring and considerate person in the letters. But she had no idea this man before her was the one who had written them.

She quickly moved to hide behind lan, whimpering his name, “lan.”

Clearly, she pretended not to hear what Pearson had said.

To her, he was a defeated man without any right to desire her.

as she took that chance to get closer to lan.

her reluctance to help him.

letters to you, who cared for you. Don’t you have any feelings for the

and fell for him then. Had I known the letters weren’t from him, I wouldn’t

froze. Despair filled his eyes.

around, desperate for someone

who had promised to help him escape tonight? Why were

lan’s comment stopped him in his tracks, “Embezzling public funds,

swept all the drinks off

sitting not far from him.

He pointed at lan, “lan, don’t get too cocky! You stole this position from Eric. If there’s any justice, Eric should be alive and take everything you have.

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never measure

his face fell, and Pearson couldn’t help but feel

about will be

words trailed off, two undercover cops arrived and handcuffed him.

and his lips

been so arrogant moments ago was now

quietly following the two officers out.

so no one would know the police had been there.

was taken away, Judith looked at the men and women dancing wildly on

floor, feeling

were lower–class people. If she hadn’t come here on her own, they would never have