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 Miller family rested in the hands of Felix, an

displeased, the Millers would

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

young man he once was seemed

always been this heartless, and his previous persona was

to her,

"Stop the car."

the document down, not

you

person. Ever heard of it? Saving a life is more meritorious

getting

driver with a calm voice,

cto

it amusing how the chauffeur, who once followed the Miller family's orders, now only

reached for the door handle,

to get

back, eyes slowly closing, an unmistakable sign that there

the incident, but seeing his face still

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

long ago, but she'd mistaken it for playful flirtation, a man's pride, and hadn't called him out.

to him slowly taking over

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

lying over there.

that how you

relaxed and breezy tone making

reddened, but she struggled to keep calm. She was raised in a gilded cage and

pitiable in front

most pitiable she'd ever

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

was no longer as hard

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

was his so-called dear

had had a tumor in her brain, and through the Miller