Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Rain continued to patter against the pavement outside as the car cto a standstill.

The silence within the vehicle was palpable, and Carol knew all too well that her pleas had yet to satisfy Felix.

Her fingernails dug deep into her palms as she lifted her gaze, a strained smile playing on her lips.

"Mr. Brown, shall I get down on my knees for you?"

Her words were laced with jest, yet they sent a shiver through Felix's eyelashes.

Their eyes clashed for the first tin over a month, the sole moment of direct contact in a sea of deliberate avoidance.

At all other times, Carol's gaze never lingered on him.

"You're welcto try," he dared her.

Carol remained silent, keenly aware of Felix's machinations. The depths of his cunning were profoundly unsettling.

Bending her knees, she was ready to kneel without hesitation when he abruptly grasped her wrist.

"Carol, where's your pride?" he taunted.

A genuine laugh burst forth from her, so close to tears it nearly broke her.

"Mr. Brown, what a thing to say. It's not like I've never knelt before."

Felix didn't respond, an irritable mood taking hold as he turned to the driver.

"Go check outside."

had already soaked through the driver's shirt. Whenever these

somber, thick with tension.

to escape this suffocating space but opportunities were

at hand, he flung the car door open and darted towards the person lying in the

woman's injuries, he

there's a woman outside, hurt pretty bad. She needs to

for her. Have someone stay

Zoey's face. Otherwise, he wouldn't have failed to identify

"Right away, Mr. Brown."

back to

didn't bother to reply. There was little else she could

adopting an 'out of sight, out of

the duration, her phone, switched off, rang unanswered with calls from

days later, Zoey awoke in her hospital bed to find Elvis

open

and Wilma were now A-list celebrities, their mere presence in a hospital enough to

tell them to leave, but her throat was bandaged tightly, muffling

her eyes, red-rimmed

any idea? You were in critical condition for thirty hours. The

was a close call."

a wave of delayed

as their agent and in a sense their superior, said nothing. He checked the IV bag beside the

settling back down.

she was unable to voice a

stepped forward,

terrified when I heard. I rushed back overnight, got leave from the

to signal her

brought her a sense of comfort she