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.

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

would be

a document, resting on his knee, his demeanor

young man he once was seemed to

and his previous persona

the chauffeur wouldn't listen to her, Carol turned

"Stop the car."

slowly placed the document down, not looking

you want to

curled ironically. "Save that person. Ever heard of it?

frowned, not getting her veiled

with a calm

cto a

the chauffeur, who once

for the door handle, but the door was

need to get

leaned back, eyes slowly closing, an unmistakable sign that there was no

month since the incident,

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

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

to him slowly taking over

with her father in prison, the remaining Millers lived at

a woman lying over there. I want

how you ask for

on the document, his relaxed and breezy tone making Carol want to

struggled to keep calm. She was raised in a gilded cage and

in front

most pitiable she'd ever been was

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

as hard to

at that moment. Carol saw the change in his expression

dear cousin

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