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

the VIP lounge,

like Felix, you'd rake in the tips for

we're legit waiters here.

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

to him last time?"

with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe

time."

fair share

and elite. A careless move here

fun, but don't

had once retorted, "Dad, do you look down

pinched her nose

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

align with

life and death, there was

so wealthy, she never placed

hearing the waiters' banter, she intended

open, and a tall man stepped

man was also dressed as a waiter, but his appearance was

and she found

was, of course, not happy. As he tried to retaliate, he was held back by the

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

this was the Felix

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

rubbing his

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

usual crowd; the invitation

was a jewelry merchant in her forties who had recently divorced and

the room buzzed

and took a seat in

waiter brought in drinks, and as fate would have it, it

suniform as the others, he

gleefully accepted the drink from Felix's hand, sneaking

nothing, simply asking, "Would you

wealthy woman chuckled, her

wore a bow tie that seemed to invite one's fingers to