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.

for a meet-up, chatting on the phone

VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters

you looked like Felix, you'd

we're legit waiters here. He's probably moonlighting as

women? With those looks, bet he swings both ways.

to him last time?"

sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's

time."

had seen the fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially in

and elite. A careless move here could mean a ticket

had warned her, have fun, but don't fall

once retorted, "Dad, do you

pinched her

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

just won't align with your

from life and death, there

wealthy, she never

hearing the waiters' banter, she intended to ignore it

and a tall man stepped out, kicking

man was also dressed as a waiter, but his

up, and she found herself rooted to the

he tried to retaliate, he was held back

go, the manager's coming soon, and lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking up for

this was the

He was indeed breathtaking.

the elite world, but even so, she couldn't tear

stood there, rubbing his

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

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

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

Carol's arrival, the room buzzed

it all before and took a seat in a corner, not keen

and as

others, he somehow wore it with an

Felix's hand, sneaking

simply asking,

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes

that seemed to invite one's fingers to tug