Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The minute she left, Antonio rose from his seat, visually assessing Cornelia. She was draped in another man’s suit jacket, the fabric revealing its pricey origin.

“Cornelia, you’ve only been gone for a bit more than ten minutes. Did you go hunting or something?”

Cornelia shrugged off the jacket, pitching it into a nearby trash can. “Do you think I’m you?”

Antonio pulled her into his embrace. “Shall we continue?”

“Let’s not, Antonio. Twice is enough. I’m tired.”

She began to change her clothes, making no effort to avoid his gaze.

This made Antonio irate. “Just twice and you’re already bored? Cornelia, there are plenty of women out there who crazily want to sleep with me!”

Cornelia had already put on her coat and slung her purse over her shoulder.

“That’s not my problem. I have a performance class later, and I’m starting a new film project next week. We should avoid seeing each other for now.”

“What? Cornelia, I am the one who usually walks away after a hook-up.”

Cornelia was already at the door. “Consider me a jerk then.”

With that, she walked out the door, heading for the underground garage.

making her way through the main lobby on the

wanted her to catch a

away from the lobby, she

just a few minutes, the ground around him

the spot where Omar stood was exactly where she needed to hail a

her brows, she slowly approached him, only to hear him say, “Maja, if you can get Cornelia back for me,

bloodshot, tossing his spent cigarette to the ground and

what do you want me to do for you? Do you want me to kill someone? As long as I can

at the mention

felt no sympathy for him. How happy would Cornelia have been if she hadn’t met

pianist, had the opportunity to study abroad, participate in various activities after returning home, and her parents would still be running their small

a romantic man who shared her passion for music at a concert, instead of giving up everything

and money. How wonderful. Women shouldn’t hold themselves to such

give up,

just Cornelia’s boss. I can’t decide who she should

“You can!”

turned obsessive. He

you tell

“Let go of me.”

her sentence, Omar’s face took on a menacing look,

bullet flew towards the