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

VIP lounge,

you looked like Felix, you'd

waiters here. He's probably moonlighting as

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

to him last time?"

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

time."

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

elite. A careless move here

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

had once retorted, "Dad, do you

her

The number of those who are spiritually rich and cheerful

won't align with your

and death, there was

never placed much importance

hearing the waiters' banter, she intended to ignore it

a door beside them swung open, and a tall

also dressed as a waiter, but

and she found herself rooted to the

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

go, the manager's coming soon, and lately, srich

knitted together. So, this was

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

there, rubbing his face innocently, looking completely

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

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

in her forties who had recently divorced and secured a hefty

the

and took a seat in a corner, not

and as fate would have it,

as the others, he

drink from Felix's hand, sneaking a touch

asking, "Would

her eyes lingering on

tie that seemed to invite