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."

already soaked through the driver's shirt. Whenever these two were

somber, thick with tension.

longed to escape this suffocating space but opportunities

chance at hand, he flung the car door open and darted towards the

the woman's injuries, he rushed

a woman outside, hurt pretty bad. She needs

Have someone stay with

light, the driver hadn't recognized Zoey's face. Otherwise,

"Right away, Mr. Brown."

back

reply. There was little else

adopting an 'out of sight, out

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

later, Zoey awoke in her hospital bed to find Elvis and Wilma standing by her

door swung open as

and Wilma were now A-list celebrities, their mere

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

her eyes, red-rimmed

what happened to you? Do you have any idea? You were in critical

was a close call."

wave of delayed terror washing

their superior, said nothing. He checked the IV bag beside the

settling back down.

questions, yet she was unable to voice

stepped forward, taking her

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

blinked to signal

sense of comfort she