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

the VIP lounge, she overheard

you'd rake

waiters here.

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

to him last time?"

the air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's

time."

to the Miller family, Carol had seen the fair share

and elite. A careless move

childhood, Abner had warned her, have fun, but don't fall into smelo

retorted, "Dad, do you look down on poor

pinched her

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

just won't align with

and death, there was nothing

never placed much

banter, she

and a tall man stepped out, kicking the

a waiter,

lit up, and she

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

soon, and lately, srich lady's been

was the Felix they were all

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

there, rubbing his face innocently, looking

dwell on it. Pushing open the

the invitation was more a formality. Bored, she

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

Carol's arrival, the room buzzed with

took a seat

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

the others, he somehow

from Felix's hand,

nothing, simply asking, "Would you

woman chuckled, her

seemed to invite one's fingers to