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.

chatting on the phone with her father as she made her

the VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters

you looked like Felix, you'd rake

waiters here. He's

he sell himself to men or women? With those looks,

to him last time?"

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

time."

to the Miller family, Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy among the staff,

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

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

once retorted, "Dad, do you look

pinched her

money? The number of those who are spiritually rich and cheerful

just won't align with

Carol's world, aside from life and death, there was nothing

never

waiters' banter, she intended to ignore it

open, and a tall man stepped

a waiter, but his appearance was

Carol's eyes lit up, and she found

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

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

So, this was

He was indeed breathtaking.

but

stood there, rubbing his

on it. Pushing open the door to the lounge,

her usual crowd; the invitation was more

host was a jewelry merchant in her forties

the room

before and took a seat in a

a waiter brought in drinks, and as fate would

the suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with

forty-something woman gleefully accepted the drink from Felix's hand,

asking, "Would you liketo open this bottle,

woman chuckled, her eyes lingering

that seemed to invite