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.

sway. The fate of the Miller family rested in the hands of Felix,

were displeased, the Millers would be cast out into

document, resting on his knee, his demeanor

once was seemed

he'd always been this heartless, and

the chauffeur wouldn't listen to her,

"Stop the car."

slowly placed the document down,

you want to

Ever heard of it? Saving a life

not getting

driver with a calm voice, "Stop the

car cto a

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

deep breath and reached for

to get

eyes slowly closing, an unmistakable sign that there was no room

the incident, but seeing his face still made her feel

father's imprisonment had shaken her

shown his true colors long ago, but she'd mistaken it for playful flirtation, a man's pride, and hadn't called

taking

remaining Millers lived at the mercy

lying over there. I want to help

how you ask

the document, his relaxed and breezy tone making Carol

keep calm. She was raised in a gilded

in front of

most pitiable she'd ever been was already

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

as hard to say, her

rang at that moment. Carol saw the change in his

dear cousin from afar—Listina

in her brain, and through the