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.

Carol's frustration and hurt grew. She grabbed her phone

[Break up!!!]

the text than she saw someone approach with an

his phone only

retracted a

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

umbrella, "Let's

glanced around, noticing the absence

bristled like a cornered cat, "Nonsense, I

others who didn't bring umbrellas are gone, but you're still here, waiting. And you wouldn't

pride. So, you didn't expectto show up, and no one

flushed with

to admit. How did

as he squatted down in front of her. "So, Ms. Miller, you are crying over

shoulder?"

she was really rich, so she didn't care about others saying that she

poor.

had no money and those people still said so,

Despite their recent cold war, he had cfor her. And despite the umbrella, his trousers were

proof of his effort.

pants are all

"It's pouring."

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

her the umbrella, "Hold this while I

"Sure."

the diner and Felix crouched for her to

to carryall the way home, right? It's quite

much.

felt a twinge of disappointment, but nestled comfortably on

instantly lost and her butt moved. "You know what, it's quite comfortable to be carried by you.

sitting in a Maserati."

chuckled, "As if you