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.

was making her way through the main lobby on the first

who wanted her to catch

few feet away from the lobby, she saw Omar smoking a cigarette by

minutes, the ground

to play it cool, but the spot where Omar stood was exactly where

to hear him say, “Maja, if you can get Cornelia back for me, I’ll give you the entire Casson

tossing his spent cigarette to the ground

Do you want me to kill someone? As long

at

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

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

met a romantic man who shared her passion for music at a concert, instead

but now she loved power and money. How wonderful. Women shouldn’t

give up, the greater things

overestimate me. I’m just Cornelia’s boss.

“You can!”

obsessive. He grabbed her shoulder, gripping it

she trusts you. If you tell her to, she will

“Let go of me.”

she could finish her sentence, Omar’s face took on a menacing look, shoving

flew towards the spot where Maja had