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

were displeased, the Millers would be

demeanor calm and collected. He had

man he once was

heartless, and his

chauffeur wouldn't listen to her, Carol turned

"Stop the car."

document down, not looking

do you want to

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

frowned, not getting her veiled

with a calm voice, "Stop

car cto a

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

for the

need to

leaned back, eyes slowly closing, an unmistakable sign that there was

had been over a month since the

imprisonment had shaken her

long ago, but she'd mistaken it for

to him slowly taking

Millers lived at the mercy of

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

that how you

the document, his relaxed and breezy tone making Carol

in a gilded cage

in front

most pitiable she'd ever been was already

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

word was no longer as hard to say, her

the change in his expression and knew who

so-called dear cousin from afar—Listina

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