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.

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

VIP lounge, she overheard

looked like Felix, you'd rake in

here. He's

to men or women? With those looks, bet he swings both ways. Didn't

to him last time?"

sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's serving men and

time."

Miller family, Carol had seen the fair share of

elite. A careless move here could

have fun, but don't

do

pinched her nose

not having money? The

won't align with

and death, there was nothing

she never placed much importance

the waiters' banter, she intended

swung open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking

also dressed as a waiter, but his appearance

eyes lit up, and she found herself rooted to

course, not happy. As he tried

it go, the manager's coming soon, and lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking

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

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

there, rubbing his face innocently, looking completely

beat, but she didn't dwell on it. Pushing open the door to the

usual crowd; the invitation was more a formality. Bored, she

in her forties

Carol's arrival, the room buzzed

all before and took a seat in a corner, not keen

waiter brought in drinks, and as

in the suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with an

forty-something woman gleefully accepted the drink from Felix's hand, sneaking a touch on the

asking, "Would you liketo open this bottle,

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes lingering on his

bow tie that seemed to invite one's fingers to