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.

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

approached the VIP

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

here. He's

or women? With those looks, bet

to him last time?"

dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's serving men

time."

fair share of jealousy among the staff,

careless move here could mean a ticket into high

childhood, Abner had warned her, have fun, but don't

had once retorted, "Dad, do you look down

her

is just about not having money? The number of those

align with

world, aside from life and death,

never placed

the waiters' banter, she intended to ignore it

open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking

as a waiter, but his appearance

up, and she found herself rooted to

course, not happy. As he tried to retaliate, he was

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

brows knitted together. So, this was the

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

rubbing his face

didn't dwell on it.

crowd; the invitation was more a formality. Bored,

merchant in her forties

Carol's arrival, the room

heard it all before and took a seat in a

as fate

suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with

gleefully accepted the drink from Felix's hand,

but said nothing, simply asking, "Would

her eyes lingering on

tie that seemed to invite one's fingers to tug