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.

headed to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the phone with

she approached the VIP lounge,

looked like Felix, you'd rake in

here. He's probably moonlighting

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

to him last time?"

and malice, "Maybe he's serving men

time."

Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy

move

warned her, have fun, but

once retorted, "Dad, do you

her

not having money? The number

just won't align with

world, aside from life and death, there was nothing she

wealthy, she never placed much importance

hearing the waiters' banter, she intended

and a tall man stepped out, kicking

dressed as a

first glance, Carol's eyes lit up, and she found herself rooted to

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

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

was the Felix

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

his face innocently, looking completely

it. Pushing open the door

tonight wasn't with her usual crowd; the invitation was more a formality. Bored, she

forties who had recently

Carol's arrival, the room buzzed

took a seat in a corner, not keen

as fate would

suniform as the others, he somehow wore it

forty-something woman gleefully accepted the drink from Felix's hand, sneaking a touch on

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

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes lingering on his

a bow tie that seemed to