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

VIP

you looked like Felix, you'd

here. He's probably moonlighting

is, does he sell himself to men or women? With those looks, bet he swings both ways.

to him last time?"

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

time."

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

and elite. A careless move

had warned her, have fun, but

once retorted, "Dad, do you look

her nose

having money? The number of those who are spiritually rich and cheerful is

won't align with

life and death, there

never

the waiters' banter, she intended to ignore it as

a door beside them swung open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking the

was also dressed as a waiter, but

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

kicked waiter was, of course, not happy. As he

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

this was

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

stood there, rubbing his

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

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

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

the room buzzed with

heard it all before and took a seat in a

and as fate would have it, it was

in the suniform as the others, he somehow wore it

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

simply asking,

chuckled, her eyes

seemed to invite one's fingers to tug and