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.

to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the

VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters

Felix, you'd

legit waiters here. He's probably moonlighting as a

to men or women? With those

to him last time?"

sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's

time."

the fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially

and elite. A careless move here could

childhood, Abner had warned her, have fun, but

"Dad, do you look down on poor

pinched her nose

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

won't align with your

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

so wealthy, she never placed

the waiters' banter, she intended to ignore

beside them swung open, and a tall man

dressed as a

up, and

happy. As he tried to retaliate, he was held back by the

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

was the Felix they were all talking

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

his

it. Pushing open the

the invitation was more a formality. Bored, she had

was a jewelry merchant in her forties who had recently

arrival, the room buzzed

heard it all before and took a seat in a

drinks, and as fate would have it, it was

suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with an

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

frowned but said nothing, simply asking, "Would you liketo open

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes lingering on his

that seemed to invite one's fingers