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 way

VIP lounge,

like Felix, you'd rake in the tips

we're legit waiters here. He's probably moonlighting as

sell himself to men or women? With those looks,

to him last time?"

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

time."

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

by the wealthy and elite. A careless move here

had warned her, have fun, but don't

"Dad, do you

pinched her nose

just about not having money? The number of those who

align with

life and death, there was nothing she

never placed

waiters' banter, she intended to

door beside them swung open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking the chattering waiter to

was also dressed as a waiter, but

lit up, and she found herself rooted

not happy. As he tried to retaliate, he was held back

lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix,

this was the Felix they were all

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

stood there, rubbing his

on it. Pushing open the door to the lounge, she stepped

with her usual crowd; the invitation was more a formality.

merchant in her forties who had recently divorced and secured a

Carol's arrival, the

it all before and took a seat in a corner, not keen

a waiter brought in drinks, and as

the others, he somehow wore it with

hand, sneaking a touch on the back of his

asking, "Would you

chuckled, her eyes lingering

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