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

she approached the VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters

like Felix, you'd rake

we're legit waiters here.

With those looks, bet he swings

to him last time?"

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

time."

Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy among the

elite. A careless move here

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

"Dad, do you look

her nose

The number of those who are spiritually

align with your

and death, there was nothing she couldn't

wealthy, she never placed much importance on

she intended to ignore it as

a door beside them swung open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking

dressed as a waiter, but his

first glance, Carol's eyes lit up, and she found herself rooted to

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

soon, and lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix,

brows knitted together. So, this was the Felix

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

stood there, rubbing his face innocently, looking completely

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

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

merchant in her forties who had recently divorced and secured a

arrival, the room buzzed

before and took a seat

waiter brought in drinks, and as

he

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

asking, "Would you liketo open this

chuckled, her eyes

wore a bow tie that seemed to invite one's fingers to tug and