Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

But he never anticipated that the casual observation he started with would soon turn into a growing fascination. By the time he realized he was too close to Cornelia, his lips had already made the first move before his mind could catch up.

Cornelia was surprised for a moment. Then she blushed and closed her eyes, not showing any signs of rejection.

On their first night together, Omar had to prepare himself mentally. He kept telling himself that he didn’t need to take responsibility for her. After all, a woman living under these circumstances must have slept with countless men just to survive.

But the moment he entered her, she cried out in pain.

Omar froze, looking at her in disbelief.

The first words she uttered were, “Omar, you’ll marry me someday, right?”

Of course, he wouldn’t marry her. He frequented her house mostly to have some fun, to vent out his dark emotions, and to see how this family struggled to survive.

How could he possibly marry her? Yet, her eyes bore the same stubbornness as they did when her fingers were brutally mutilated.

He remained silent. She clung onto his neck.

“Say something. Will you marry me?”

“Cornelia, I’m broke.”

His voice went hoarse as he continued to kiss her neck.

“I don’t need money. I just want your love. We can deliver pizzas together. As long as we work hard, we can have a good life.”

in human nature in the city of Greenfield. No one

all their life,

didn’t feel

good women were always taken for granted. Their

they wanted. But love

will

up and started insisting that she wasn’t in

to look down on women, but he discovered that

have any other women. He thought he was just addicted to the physical intimacy between men and women. But when he tried it with

at him with those sparkling eyes, full of affection and hope. It was as if she could save

too pure, unlike him, his hands were

into a slight stirring of emotion. Her love gave him a lot of confidence, making him believe he

Cornelia was already

killed countless

clutching his head, he saw the marks left by other men on her neck. He asked what could a singer possibly give her, but what had he

Wealth and luxury?

so

to what she lost, these few hundred dollars were dirt cheap. After all,

grabbed Cornelia, intending to take her

woman’s strength could never match a man’s. She was

off his suit jacket and

“Cornelia, come with me.”

Cornelia looked at the dark sky