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.

Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the phone

VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters

like Felix, you'd rake in the tips for

legit waiters here. He's

he sell himself to men or women? With those

to him last time?"

air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe

time."

Miller family, Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy among

A careless move

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

once retorted, "Dad, do you look

pinched her nose

being poor is just about not having money? The number of those who are spiritually rich and

just won't align with your

world, aside from life and death, there was

never placed

she intended to ignore it

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

was also dressed as a waiter,

lit up, and she found

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

srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking up for

knitted together. So, this was the

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

rubbing his face

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

her usual crowd; the invitation

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

the

and took a seat

drinks, and as fate would

suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with

Felix's hand,

but said nothing, simply asking,

chuckled, her eyes lingering

wore a bow tie that seemed to