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

the VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters

like Felix, you'd rake in the tips for

here. He's probably moonlighting

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

to him last time?"

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

time."

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

and elite. A careless move here could mean a

fun, but don't fall into

once retorted, "Dad, do you look down on

her nose

being poor is just about not having money? The number

won't align with your

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

so wealthy, she never placed

waiters' banter, she intended

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

dressed as a waiter, but his appearance

and she

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

srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking

together. So, this was the

He was indeed breathtaking.

had seen many handsmen in the elite world, but even so, she

stood there, rubbing his

but she didn't dwell on it. Pushing open the door to the

gathering tonight wasn't with her usual crowd; the invitation was more a formality.

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

the room buzzed

a seat in a corner,

in drinks, and as fate would

as the others, he somehow wore it

hand, sneaking a

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

her eyes lingering on his

a bow tie that seemed to invite one's fingers