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 with her father as she made her

the VIP lounge, she overheard

like Felix, you'd rake in

legit waiters here. He's probably

men or women? With those looks, bet he swings

to him last time?"

filled the air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and

time."

the fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially in a place like

the wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean

but

once retorted, "Dad, do you look down

her

think being poor is just about not having money? The

won't align

from life and death,

never placed much

she

swung open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking

a waiter,

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

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

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

knitted together. So, this was the Felix they were all

He was indeed breathtaking.

many handsmen in the elite world, but

rubbing his

dwell on it.

crowd; the invitation was more a

a jewelry merchant in her forties who

Carol's arrival, the room

heard it all before and took a seat in a

brought in drinks, and as fate would have

he somehow wore it with an

the drink from Felix's hand,

nothing, simply asking, "Would you liketo

wealthy woman chuckled, her

that seemed to invite one's fingers