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.

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

VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters

looked like Felix, you'd rake in the tips for

here. He's

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

to him last time?"

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

time."

fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially in a place like

move here could mean a ticket into high

but don't fall into smelo over

had once retorted, "Dad, do you look down on

her nose

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

won't align with

and death, there was nothing

never placed

waiters' banter, she

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

as a waiter, but his appearance was

first glance, Carol's eyes lit up, and she found herself

of course, not happy. As he

manager's coming soon, and lately, srich

together. So, this was

He was indeed breathtaking.

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

stood there, rubbing his face innocently,

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

her usual crowd; the invitation was more a formality. Bored, she had decided to

was a jewelry merchant in her forties who had recently divorced

Carol's arrival, the room buzzed

heard it all before and took a

and as fate would

he somehow

hand, sneaking a touch on the back of

said nothing, simply asking, "Would you liketo open this

her eyes lingering on his

tie that seemed to invite one's