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.

a meet-up, chatting on the phone with her father as she made

VIP lounge,

Felix, you'd rake in the

legit waiters here. He's probably moonlighting as a

sell himself to men or women? With those looks, bet he swings

to him last time?"

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

time."

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

wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean

Abner had warned her, have fun, but don't fall into smelo over

had once retorted, "Dad, do

pinched her

think being poor is just about not having money? The number of those who are

won't align with

from life and

never placed much importance on

she intended to

door beside them swung open, and a tall

a waiter, but

up, and she found

kicked waiter was, of course, not happy. As he tried to

srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking

was the Felix they were all talking

He was indeed breathtaking.

elite world, but even so, she couldn't

his

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

gathering tonight wasn't with her usual crowd; the invitation was more

was a jewelry merchant in her forties who had recently divorced and secured a hefty

arrival, the room

a

a waiter brought in drinks, and as

he somehow wore it

the drink from Felix's hand, sneaking a touch on the back of his

nothing, simply asking, "Would you liketo open this bottle,

chuckled, her eyes

tie that seemed to invite one's