Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol burst into laughter upon hearing the remark. There was a blush of embarrassment on the girl's face; her words had been an

exaggeration, and she knew it. But that didn't stop the others from chiming in.

"Seriously, Carol, your boyfriend is a real looker! He could give our high school quarterback a run for his money. Where on earth did

you find such a handsdude?"

Being complimented on her boyfriend's looks made Carol swell with pride. He was the man she'd fallen for at first sight, after all.

She was about to respond when the conversation took a sharp turn.

"Sure, he's easy on the eyes, but I heard he doesn't have a steady job. Always hustling with part-tgigs, probably scraping by,

right?"

"What a waste! If he cfrom money, he'd have a lot more options."

"With looks like that, I bet there's a line of sugar mamas ready to scoop him up. At least he seems loyal to Carol."

"What's loyalty worth these days? It doesn't pay the bills like a cool million would."

Carol wasn't particularly popular in this group. She'd taken this job just to appease Felix and hadn't bothered playing nice with her

coworkers.

Now, as they backhandedly insulted her, implying she was destined to a life of poverty, Carol felt each word like a dagger. She

wasn't bothered for herself—after all, she was genuinely wealthy and didn't care about being called a pauper.

But as the catty comments continued, one of the girl's boyfriend arrived, bringing a bunch of umbrellas with him. Everyone got

one, except for Carol. The man had intended to offer Carol one, but a stern look from his girlfriend made him awkwardly retract the

offer.

hurt grew. She

[Break up!!!]

approach with

phone only

retracted

diner's entrance, where Carol sat alone, her face

shook his umbrella,

glanced around, noticing the absence of her

bristled like a cornered cat, "Nonsense, I get along fine with

you're still here, waiting. And you wouldn't askto cget

expectto show up, and no one

with embarrassment

to admit. How did Felix, just

of her. "So, Ms. Miller, you are crying over

shoulder?"

the others’ harsh words. After all, she was really rich, so she didn't care about

poor.

and those

tears were for Felix. Despite their recent cold war, he

proof of his effort.

pants

"It's pouring."

have to carry me, or I'll get soaked too. Remember last time? I ended up sick because

the umbrella, "Hold this while I

"Sure."

closed the diner

you're not planning to carryall the way

think too much. There's always

of disappointment, but nestled comfortably

what, it's quite comfortable to be carried by you.

sitting in a Maserati."

chuckled, "As if you had sat