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.

night, she was headed to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the phone with her father as she

VIP lounge, she overheard

you'd

waiters here.

With those looks, bet he swings both ways. Didn't that rotund investor

to him last time?"

laughter filled the air, their 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

wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean a

have fun, but don't fall into smelo over a poor

"Dad, do you look down on poor

pinched her

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

align with your

aside from life and

never placed

the waiters' banter, she intended to ignore

a tall man stepped out, kicking the chattering waiter to

a

eyes lit up, and she found

was, of course, not happy. As he tried to retaliate, he

and lately, srich lady's been sweet on

this was the Felix they

He was indeed breathtaking.

world, but even so, she couldn't tear her

stood there, rubbing his face

it. Pushing open the door to the lounge, she

the invitation was

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

the room buzzed

a seat in a

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

in the suniform as the others, he

accepted the drink from Felix's hand, sneaking

but said nothing, simply asking, "Would you liketo open this

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes

seemed to invite one's fingers to