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

VIP lounge, she

looked like Felix, you'd

here. He's probably moonlighting as a

men or women? With those looks, bet he swings both ways. Didn't that rotund investor

to him last time?"

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

time."

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

the wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean a ticket into high

have fun, but

once retorted, "Dad, do

her nose

not having money? The number of

just won't align with

from life and death, there was nothing

she never placed much

she intended to ignore

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

also dressed as a waiter,

Carol's eyes lit up, and she found herself rooted to the

kicked waiter was, of course, not happy. As he tried to retaliate, he was held back by

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

together. So, this was

He was indeed breathtaking.

elite world, but even so, she

rubbing his face innocently, looking

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

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

a jewelry merchant in her forties who had

Carol's arrival, the room buzzed

before and took a seat in a corner,

as fate would

he somehow wore

drink from Felix's hand, sneaking a touch on

said nothing, simply asking, "Would you

wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes lingering

that seemed to invite one's fingers to tug and