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 be cast

demeanor calm and collected. He had an air of sophistication

he once was seemed

and his previous persona was

wouldn't listen to

"Stop the car."

slowly placed the document down, not looking at

you want to

heard of it? Saving

getting her veiled

driver with a calm voice, "Stop the

cto a

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

for the door handle, but the door

to

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

It had been over a month since the incident, but seeing his face still made her

had shaken her awake. She realized how blind

mistaken it for playful flirtation, a man's pride,

to him slowly taking over the Miller

Millers lived at the mercy of

a woman lying over there. I want to help

how you ask for

his relaxed and breezy tone making Carol want

struggled to keep calm. She was raised in a gilded cage and had her pride. She couldn't afford to

pitiable in front of

pitiable she'd

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

longer as hard

rang at that moment. Carol saw the change in his expression

was his so-called dear

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