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.

she was headed to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on

the VIP lounge, she overheard

you'd rake in the tips

here. He's probably moonlighting as a

men or women? With those

to him last time?"

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

time."

share of jealousy among the staff,

and elite. A careless move

but don't fall into smelo over a

had once retorted, "Dad, do

pinched her

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

won't align with your

from life and death, there was nothing she

she never placed

she intended

open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking the

also dressed as a waiter,

Carol's eyes lit up, and she

happy. As he tried to retaliate,

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

So, this was

He was indeed breathtaking.

handsmen in the elite world, but even so,

rubbing his face innocently,

heart skipped a beat, but she didn't dwell on it. Pushing open

wasn't with her usual crowd; the invitation was more a formality. Bored, she had decided to

forties who had recently divorced

the room buzzed with

took a seat

in drinks, and as fate would have

suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with an

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

asking, "Would

woman chuckled, her eyes

wore a bow tie that seemed to