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

the VIP lounge,

you looked like Felix, you'd rake in the tips for

legit waiters here.

himself to men or women? With those

to him last time?"

sarcasm and malice,

time."

Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially in

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

fun, but don't fall into

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

pinched her

having money? The number of those who are spiritually rich

align

world, aside from life and death,

she never placed much

hearing the waiters' banter, she intended

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

as a

up, and she found herself rooted to the

course, not happy. As he tried to

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

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

He was indeed breathtaking.

seen many handsmen in the elite world, but even so, she

rubbing his

dwell on it. Pushing open the

crowd; the invitation

a jewelry merchant in her forties who had recently divorced

arrival, the room buzzed

before and took a

in drinks, and as

others, he somehow

hand, sneaking a touch on

simply asking, "Would you

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes

tie that seemed to invite one's fingers to tug