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.

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

the VIP

Felix, you'd rake in

we're legit waiters here. He's probably moonlighting as a

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

to him last time?"

with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's serving men and women at the

time."

the Miller family, Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially in a place like

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

fun, but don't fall

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

her

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

just won't align

and death,

never placed much importance on

she intended

open, and a tall man stepped out,

a waiter, but his

and she found herself rooted to the

As he tried to retaliate, he was

srich lady's

knitted together. So, this was the Felix

He was indeed breathtaking.

the elite world, but even so,

there, rubbing his face innocently, looking

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

gathering tonight wasn't with her usual crowd; the invitation was

merchant in her forties who had recently divorced and secured a hefty

Carol's arrival, the room buzzed

and took a seat in a

and as fate

he

gleefully accepted the drink from Felix's hand, sneaking a touch on the back of

nothing, simply asking, "Would you liketo open this

woman chuckled, her

tie that seemed to invite one's