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.

chatting on the phone with

she approached the VIP lounge, she overheard

you looked like Felix, you'd rake in the tips for

here. He's

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

to him last time?"

their voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe

time."

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

move here

Abner had warned her, have fun, but

"Dad, do you look down

pinched her

being poor is just about not having money? The number

won't align

from life and death, there

wealthy, she never placed much importance on

hearing the waiters' banter, she intended to

tall man stepped out, kicking

also dressed as a waiter, but his appearance

and she found herself rooted to

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

and lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking up for

knitted together. So, this was the

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

his

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

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

forties who had

arrival, the

heard it all before and took a seat in a

and as fate would have it, it

in the suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with an effortless

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

simply asking,

chuckled, her eyes lingering on

bow tie that seemed to invite one's fingers to