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.

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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.

that Carol's words no longer held sway. The fate of the Miller family rested

would be cast out into

perusing a document, resting on his knee, his demeanor

young man he once was seemed to

been this heartless, and his previous persona

to

"Stop the car."

document

do you want

ironically. "Save that person. Ever heard of it? Saving a life is more

frowned, not getting her veiled

driver with a calm voice, "Stop

car cto

the chauffeur, who once

reached for the door handle, but

need to get

closing, an unmistakable sign

over a month since the incident, but seeing his face still made her feel

had shaken her

ago, but she'd mistaken it for playful flirtation,

taking

with her father in prison, the remaining Millers lived at the mercy of

fists clenched. "There's a woman lying over there. I want to

you ask

the document, his relaxed

in a gilded cage

in

pitiable she'd ever been was already witnessed by

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

was no longer as hard to say, her

moment. Carol saw the change in his expression and knew

dear cousin from

her brain, and through the Miller family's connections,