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.

to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the phone with her father as she made her way

approached the VIP lounge, she

you looked like Felix, you'd rake in the

we're legit waiters here.

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

to him last time?"

voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe

time."

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

the wealthy and elite. A careless move here could

have fun, but don't fall into smelo over a

once retorted, "Dad, do you look down on poor

her

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

align with

aside from life and death,

never placed much importance on

she intended to

them swung open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking the chattering waiter

man was also dressed as a

and she found herself rooted

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

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

this was

He was indeed breathtaking.

handsmen in the elite world, but even so, she couldn't tear her gaze away from

rubbing his face innocently, looking

dwell on it. Pushing open the door to the lounge, she

the invitation was more a formality. Bored, she

merchant in her forties who had

the

and took a

as fate

he somehow

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

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

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes lingering

wore a bow tie that seemed to invite