Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol shuddered in pain, her mind racing with the fear of being discovered in such a debasing position.

She wanted to fight back, but her strength had evaporated as if cast into the abyss.

Weakened, Felix twisted her head, forcing her face down to meet his kiss.

With resolve, Carol bit down hard, their mouths filling with the metallic taste of blood.

Yet even as she continued to bite, he seemed impervious to the pain, relentlessly entangling with her lips and tongue.

Madman.

When he finally released her mouth, she met his gaze—gloomy, murky, bloodshot.

Startled, she tried to pull away, only to wince from the pain he caused within her.

His hoarse voice reached her ears, “Just play nice and go through with the wedding, will you?”

For a moment, Carol was under the illusion that she had never truly known this man.

When they were dating, he always sweetly called her "Carol."

After revealing his true self, his tone becmocking, addressing her as "Ms. Miller."

Now, he always called her in a cold and detached way.

Did she love Felix?

Initially, she was charmed by his facade, maybe what she loved was the gentle and kind Felix he pretended to be, not the maniac

pressing down on her now.

Tears streamed down Carol's face as she began to reminisce about their first encounter.

Even though it was all a calculated deception, when Carol looked back on it, it still felt precious.

Trewound to that year at BlueSky Bar.

Carol was a social butterfly, pampered from childhood, rarely facing hardship.

Her mother had passed away early, and Abner played the roles of dad and mom, indulging her every whim. Carol never lacked for

money, with several bank accounts boasting over a million dollars each, plus a black card from her father.

was headed to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the phone with her father as

she approached the VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters

looked like Felix, you'd rake in the

here.

men or women? With those looks, bet he swings both ways. Didn't that

to him last time?"

air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's

time."

Miller family, Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially in a

by the wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean a ticket

fun, but don't fall into smelo over a

do you

pinched her

is just about not having money? The number of those who are spiritually rich and

just won't align with

Carol's world, aside from life and death, there

so wealthy, she never

banter, she intended

a tall man stepped out, kicking the chattering

was also dressed as a waiter, but

lit up, and she found herself rooted

happy. As he tried to retaliate, he was

coming soon, and lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking

knitted together. So, this was the Felix they were all talking

He was indeed breathtaking.

in the elite world, but even

there, rubbing his face innocently, looking

she didn't dwell on it. Pushing open the door to the

usual crowd; the invitation was more a formality. Bored,

merchant in her forties who had recently divorced and

Carol's arrival, the

before and took a seat in a corner,

drinks, and as fate would have it,

the others, he somehow wore it with an

drink from Felix's hand, sneaking a touch on

said nothing, simply asking, "Would you

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes

bow tie that seemed to invite one's