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.

headed to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the phone with her father as she

the VIP lounge, she overheard

you'd rake in the

here.

women? With those looks,

to him last time?"

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

time."

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

A careless move here could mean a ticket

warned her, have fun, but don't

once retorted, "Dad, do you look down

her

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

won't align

Carol's world, aside from life and death, there was nothing

she never placed

hearing the waiters' banter, she intended to ignore it as

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

man was also dressed as a waiter,

up, and she found herself rooted to the

course, not happy. As he tried

soon, and lately, srich lady's been

was the Felix

He was indeed breathtaking.

elite world, but even so, she couldn't

his face innocently,

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

her usual crowd; the invitation was

her forties who had recently divorced and

arrival, the room buzzed

it all before and took a seat in a corner,

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

the suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with an

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

simply asking, "Would

her

seemed to invite one's fingers to tug and