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.

no longer held sway. The fate of the

displeased, the Millers would be cast

resting on his knee, his demeanor calm and collected. He had an

once was seemed

he'd always been this heartless, and his

to her, Carol turned

"Stop the car."

slowly placed the document down, not

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frowned, not getting her

a calm voice,

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chauffeur, who once followed the Miller

took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, but the door was

to

an unmistakable sign that there was no room

fingertips trembled. It had been over a month since the incident, but seeing his face still

of her father's imprisonment had shaken her awake. She

had shown his true colors long ago, but she'd mistaken it for playful flirtation, a man's pride,

him slowly taking over the

in prison, the remaining Millers lived at the mercy

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

that how you ask for

on the document, his relaxed and breezy

calm. She was raised in a

in front of

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

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

as

Carol saw the change in his expression and knew who it

was his so-called dear cousin from afar—Listina

had a tumor in her brain, and through the Miller family's connections,