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.

for a meet-up, chatting on the phone with

the VIP lounge,

looked like Felix, you'd rake in the tips

legit waiters here. He's probably moonlighting

does he sell himself to men or women? With those looks, bet he swings

to him last time?"

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

time."

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

A careless move here

but don't fall into smelo over a poor

do you look down

pinched her nose

being poor is just about not having money? The

won't align with your

and death, there was

wealthy, she never placed much importance

hearing the waiters' banter, she intended

them swung open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking

dressed as a waiter, but his

up, and she found herself

waiter was, of course, not happy. As he tried

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

brows knitted together. So, this was the Felix

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

rubbing his

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

wasn't with her usual crowd; the invitation was more a

jewelry merchant in her forties who had

Carol's arrival, the

took a seat in a corner, not keen

and as fate

the others, he somehow wore it

hand, sneaking a touch

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

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes lingering on

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