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.

of thousands, now she was

wasn't taken seriously; she was often late, which cost her 30 dollars each time. By the end

with less than

dollars. With her card cut off, she needed to find a way to make

forbade, she'd do out

the core.

she thought, how hard could it be to earn 500

Felix.

she was so exhausted she hardly had energy left for intimacy

she'd collapse on the couch and fall asleep

effort. She'd never worked this hard before,

a

jobs, but why does it feel so exhausting? How have you managed

four or five jobs a month, facing as much abuse as she did,

heartbroken. Once wealthy and indifferent to others' opinions while working at the diner,

bags, and clothes, she started to care what people

with a washcloth. She hissed softly and settled

face cream every day when I got home. Now my

had taken more than just her skincare; all the luxury items from their

friends not to help

pampered, was now dry from days without cream. She touched her own

I have no serum, no moisturizer. How am I supposed to

murmured her complaints and then fell asleep in his arms. Working two jobs, she was

she

palm as he sat on the sofa, gazing down at her face. Dark circles had formed under her

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

she