Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The ground sloped upward, a small incline that seemed insurmountable. Perhaps the person who had hit Zoey was still lurking

somewhere up there.

Descending meant navigating through the uneven, pockmarked grass.

Rain had turned the path into a slippery mess.

But Zoey couldn't afford to care—she had to survive. The will to live burned fiercely within her.

Her life had been hard-won; she couldn't let it end so easily.

She dragged herself forward, feeling as if her bones were on the verge of coming apart.

She didn't know how long she crawled. The trail she left behind was tinged with blood, but the rain washed it away.

Tbecan unbearable weight, and eventually, she lost all sense of it, focusing only on crawling a little further, just a little

further.

Cars passed by ahead. She must be nearing the roadside, but she couldn't muster a shout.

All she wanted was for someone to save her.

Anyone would do; she just wanted to live.

In a sleek black car, Carol sat in the back, leaning against the window. Felix sat beside her, while a chauffeur drove them.

Tonight, Felix had decided to play the magnanimous role, offering Carol a chance to get sair.

But it was just a drive, a whirl around the block, and after half an hour, they would return. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Carol's gaze caught the silhouette lying on the ground in the distance, and her brow furrowed.

"Stop the car."

The chauffeur didn't dare to stop, instead shooting a glance at Felix through the rearview mirror.

no longer held sway. The fate of the Miller

would be cast out

his knee, his demeanor calm and collected.

man he once

been this heartless, and his

the chauffeur wouldn't listen to her,

"Stop the car."

placed the document

do you

"Save that person. Ever heard of it? Saving

frowned, not getting her

signaled the driver with a calm voice,

car cto a

the chauffeur, who once followed the Miller family's

and reached for the door handle, but the

need to get

eyes slowly closing, an unmistakable

over a month since the

her awake. She realized

colors long ago, but she'd mistaken it for playful flirtation, a man's

slowly taking over the

at the mercy

woman lying over there. I want to

you

his relaxed and breezy tone making Carol want to

calm. She was raised in a gilded cage and had her

in front

again, she supposed the most pitiable she'd ever been was already witnessed by

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

longer as hard

moment. Carol saw the change in his expression and knew who it

so-called dear

tumor in her brain, and through the Miller family's connections, Carol had managed to