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

wanted her to catch a

feet away from the lobby, she saw Omar

few minutes, the ground around him

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

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

bloodshot, tossing his spent cigarette to the ground and pulling

me, what do you want me to do for you? Do you

choked up at the mention

sympathy for him. How happy would Cornelia have been if she

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

passion for music at a concert, instead of giving

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

give up,

Casson, you overestimate me. I’m just Cornelia’s boss. I

“You can!”

turned obsessive. He grabbed her shoulder, gripping

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

“Let go of me.”

sentence, Omar’s face took on

bullet flew towards the spot where Maja had