Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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“Maja, I don’t care what the hell you’ve taught Cornelia, but you’ve got to put her back on the straight and narrow, or I swear I’ll end you.”

Omar’s tone was venomous.

Maja had no doubt that if she refused, Omar would not hesitate to pull a gun on her.

So she remained silent, casting a mocking glance as the car sped toward the hotel.

It wasn’t until they reached the hotel lobby and the receptionist treated Omar with the utmost respect that Maja realized why Omar knew about Cornelia and Antonio’s secret rendezvous. The hotel was owned by none other than the Casson family.

It was like a stab in the heart.

From the moment Cornelia had decided to abort her child, Maja knew that this woman was capable of great things.

Omar, holding the room keycard, stepped into the elevator, his expression noticeably off-kilter.

Maja stood by his side, noting his trembling fingers that missed the elevator buttons multiple times.

She thought, “Served him right, the bastard deserved this.”

Maja watched coldly, making no attempt to assist.

It took Omar a solid ten minutes to finally hit the right floor button.

Upon reaching the Presidential Suite where Cornelia was staying, he raised his hand to swipe the keycard open the door.

But he didn’t dare.

Cornelia had already faced death once, and now Omar had his reservations.

He began to worry that his constant pressure would only push her further away, but he couldn’t stand the thought of her entangled with another man.

They might be inside that room right now, on the windowsill, or in the bathroom, just like she used to be with him.

around

was so evident, Omar was certain that no matter how far he strayed, she

three minutes before handing the keycard to

“Maja, you do it.”

keycard back at him. “I’m

hit the

by the throat,

for a death

swung open and Cornelia, clad

Omar choking Maja, Cornelia’s eyes narrowed. She grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at Omar’s

chance to dodge, or more accurately, his

vase shattered against his head, and blood began to

staring

didn’t spare him a glance

Pennyfeather, are you

head, rubbing her throat and

air was heavy with

Cornelia turned to Omar. “Get

however, was drawn to the

clothes strewn

sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom.

if a string in his head had snapped, he roughly

“You’re coming with me!”

the webbing of

silence as

a while, Cornelia let go, her

truly care about me, stop looking for me. Every time I see

Do you know how many exes he’s had? He’s a musician, what kind of future can

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