Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Her cellphone rang at that moment. It was Antonio, inquiring about her whereabouts.

“I’m downstairs, I’ll be right up. Yeah, I know, why don’t you chat with Mr. Pennyfeather in the meantime.”

She took her medicine and got up, but her wrist was held back by Omar.

“Cornelia.”

His tone was almost pleading, “Could you please not go?”

Before he could finish, Cornelia splashed the remaining half-glass of lukewarm water on his cheek.

He was already weak from the injury she had inflicted on his head, blood still trickling down. But why should it matter to her?

Compared to the pain she had endured, his current suffering was insignificant.

Water droplets from Omar’s cheek fell rhythmically as he listened to her retort, “Who do you think you are to interfere with whom I sleep with?”

He refused to let go of her hand with a deep and desperate look in his eyes.

Anyone else would have been scared witnessing this side of Omar, the notorious mad dog in Greenfield. He had committed countless atrocities for Eden, earning him quite a few enemies.

spoke volumes about his

Cornelia,

how wonderful life would be if it was

her fingers. He wouldn’t have lied about being a mere delivery boy. He wouldn’t have remained silent when she repeatedly asked if he

words, Cornelia

yanked her hand away, tears

money. I don’t need to depend on anyone. My parents would want me to live a better life. If I were to forgive you, I would be

her coat tighter around her and added one last

won’t just sleep with Antonio. There are plenty of handsome men in the entertainment industry, millions of fans screaming for them. I have plenty

as she returned to

It was unworthy.

she had been through, she were to go soft on Omar, she’d

been a fool plenty

seated inside while Antonio was in

had already had a chat with

of fleeting relationships with the leading ladies of his

packaged deal for half a year. During this period, you can’t be

only condition

the game