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Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 592

Summary for Chapter 592: Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me

Dear ex wife Marry Me novel Chapter 592:The Enigma Unveiled. 

At Chapter 592 of Dear ex wife Marry Me novel, the story progresses as the characters delve into their pasts. Secrets and hidden histories are revealed, shedding light on the motivations and conflicts that shape their current lives. In the content of Chapter 592 and the following chapters of the novel "Dear ex wife Marry Me", will Estelle and Jonathan resolve the misunderstanding? Read Dear ex wife Marry Me novel Chapter 592 at NovelFreePDF.com.

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Maja was sobbing in agony, and her body was shaking.

But he was terribly rough.

Help!

It hurt so much!

Such a disgrace.

Who the hell did this to her?

Was it Kurt Gallegos?

Or Carlos's buddy?

That cheap cologne was definitely not Ian's style.

Her tears wet the cloth over her eyes.

But Ian just turned her around, no longer looking at her face.

He didn't let her go, even after she passed out.

For two whole days, she couldn't eat; the torment was endless.

At first, she could cry, but finally, she just curled up, her muscles tensing whenever she sensed the man approaching.

Everything was dark before her eyes; she had no idea how much time had passed.

Only when Ian felt his anger subside did he let her go, never once lifting the cloth from her eyes.

Then he bathed her unconscious body and had her sent back to RosenGarden.

Maja woke up at 8 p.m. She was burning up.

She opened her eyes to see the familiar ceiling, feeling like she was drowning. She turned over in fright, fell off the bed, and nearly hurt herself.

Her phone was right next to her, displaying the date. Two days had passed.

She had been raped by a stranger for two days.

She had never touched his body, only been manipulated into various humiliating positions. She had no idea if he was tall or short, fat or slim.

She was shaking all over, barely able to hold her phone.

Half an hour later, she shakily dialed Carol.

Half an hour later, Carol was there.

Carol walked in, seeing Maja's face covered in bruises, even her ears, and her pupils constricting instantly.

"You..."

Maja broke into sobs; her legs gave out, and she collapsed on the floor, only daring to cry out loud when she saw a familiar face.

Carol was filled with dread.

"What happened?"

Maja's lips trembled, and after a long while, she managed to get out a complete sentence.

"I was raped for two days."

Carol's hand froze. She thought she had misheard.

Maja cried for a while, then suddenly wiped away her tears and said, "I want to go to a hospital for a check-up, preferably a private one."

At a loss for words, Carol realized Maja was just putting on a brave front.

What had Maja gone through these two days?

She didn't dare ask anything; instead, she took Maja to a private hospital where she knew a doctor.

Maja was in indescribable pain; she could only say, "Grandpa Holden, there's no chance for us anymore."

"Alright, I'll let him know the time. You went alone to get the marriage certificate; for the divorce, you should both go together. After all, we were once a family; don't act like enemies."

"I understand."

After hanging up, she leaned against the cold wall, her eyes swollen from crying too much over the past two days.

Even though she had left the place where she was raped, the pain was still there.

An hour later, the doctor came out with the news.

"There's nothing wrong; you're healthy."

Only then did Maja relax a little, the tears falling again.

Carol hugged her, patting her gently. "Why don't you rest at home tomorrow and finalize the divorce the day after?"

Maja shook her head. She had been waiting for this day for too long.

Carol took her to the entrance of RosenGarden. She wanted to accompany her, but Maja said, "I want to be alone for a while."

She didn't go to Rosewood Manor, afraid that Maria would ask questions. She feared she couldn't control her emotions.

She walked slowly, still in pain somewhere.

Despite the fever reducer she had taken, she was still running a fever.

As she got out of the elevator and opened her door, she saw Ian sitting on the sofa.

He was in a neat suit, looking relaxed. His wrist was bare, a cigarette between his fingers.

Seeing her return, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray.

It seemed like he had been waiting for a long time.

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