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 phone with her father

approached the VIP

you'd rake

here. He's

to men or women? With those looks,

to him last time?"

laughter filled the air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's serving men

time."

share of

wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean

but don't

had once retorted, "Dad, do

pinched her nose

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

won't align with

world, aside from life and death, there was nothing she

she never placed much

waiters' banter, she intended to ignore it

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

as a

up, and she found herself rooted to the

happy. As he tried to retaliate,

manager's coming soon, and lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking up

brows knitted together. So, this was the Felix

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

rubbing his face innocently,

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

invitation was more a

a jewelry merchant in her forties who had recently divorced and secured a

the room

all before and took a seat in a

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

he somehow wore it with

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

but said nothing, simply asking, "Would you

her eyes lingering on

seemed to invite one's fingers to