Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

He'd been in the hospital room for half an hour. When he stepped out, he spotted Carol perched on a bench in the corridor, nodding

off with exhaustion.

At the sound of the door, she jerked awake and scurried over to him. As they entered the elevator together, she watched his face

carefully, making sure he wasn't still mad at her. Only then did she slip her arm through his.

"Is Listina awake now? Does that mean you don't have to worry anymore? Can you chevery day now?"

"Carol."

He called her nand clasped her hand, "I don't want to break up with you."

Her eyes sparkled at his words, and she nearly leaped onto his back with joy.

neither, I don't want to break up. Don't mind my dad. He just wantsto be with someone 'matched for marriage’. He even

threatened to cut off my credit card and took back the villa and my car. But I won't give in."

Her eyes shone brightly, and a smile curled on her lips, "Felix, as long as you don't let go of my hand, I'll be by your side forever."

Much later, Carol would recall these words and realize how right Zion was; she had been too young to understand how difficult the

journey of “forever” could be.

She was the only one holding on, while the other seemed to treat it all like a passing joke, a spectator watching her determination.

True to Abner’s word, that very night Carol's bank card was frozen. During her twith Felix, she had barely spent a dime.

her previous monthly allowance of hundreds of thousands, now she

diner wasn't taken seriously; she was often late, which

with less than 200

500 dollars. With her card cut off, she needed to find

Whatever her father forbade, she'd do out of spite. Whatever Felix

the core.

could it be to earn 500 dollars?

Felix.

after a week, she was so exhausted she hardly had energy left for intimacy with Felix. She was too

collapse on the couch and fall asleep in

never worked this hard before, standing all

a convenience

I'm so tired. I'm only working two jobs, but why does it feel so exhausting? How have you

four or five jobs a month, facing as much abuse as she did, if not more. How had he endured

to others' opinions while

she started to care

reached out and wiped her cheek with a washcloth.

got home. Now my dad's taken even that away. He's

more than just her skincare; all the luxury items from their hwere gone, and

to

cream. She touched her own cheek

moisturizer. How am I supposed to live

asleep in his arms. Working two jobs,

she drifted

gazing down at her face. Dark circles

meticulous care of her skin, even applying body lotion to her feet before bonking

been one of luxury, and she