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.

for a meet-up, chatting on

the VIP lounge, she overheard

you'd rake in the tips

waiters here. He's probably

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

to him last time?"

filled the air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and

time."

share of jealousy among the staff, especially

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

but don't fall into smelo over a

once retorted, "Dad, do you look down

her

you think being poor is just about not having money? The number of those

align with your

life and death,

so wealthy, she never placed much importance

banter, she intended

open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking the chattering waiter

a

lit up, and

As he tried to retaliate, he was held back

lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking up

was the Felix they were

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

his face

a beat, but she didn't dwell on it. Pushing open

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

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

arrival, the

all before and took a seat

and as fate would have it, it was

in the suniform as the others, he somehow wore

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

simply asking,

chuckled, her eyes lingering on his

seemed to invite one's fingers to tug and