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.

meet-up, chatting on the phone with her father as she

the VIP lounge,

like Felix, you'd rake in

here. He's probably moonlighting as

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

to him last time?"

laughter filled the air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe

time."

fair share of jealousy among

by the wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean

but don't fall

do

pinched her nose

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

just won't align with your

world, aside from life and death, there was nothing she couldn't

so wealthy, she never placed much

hearing the waiters' banter, she

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

a waiter, but his

glance, Carol's eyes lit up, and she found

As he tried to retaliate, he

and lately, srich lady's been

was the Felix they were all talking

He was indeed breathtaking.

elite world, but

his face innocently, looking completely

skipped a beat, but she didn't dwell on it. Pushing open the door to the

usual crowd; the invitation was more a

forties who had recently divorced and secured a

arrival, the room buzzed

and took a seat in

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

he somehow wore

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

asking,

chuckled, her eyes lingering

a bow tie that seemed to invite one's fingers