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.

allowance of hundreds of thousands, now she was just paying the rent

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

with less than

her card cut off,

out of spite.

the core.

thought, how hard could it be to earn 500 dollars? Worst case was to do multiple jobs

Felix.

left for intimacy with Felix. She was too tired. As

the couch

too much effort. She'd never worked this hard before,

at a convenience

jobs, but why does it

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

heartbroken. Once wealthy and indifferent to others' opinions while

bags, and clothes, she started

wiped her cheek with a washcloth. She hissed softly

got home. Now my dad's taken

luxury items from their hwere gone, and he had even

to help her

cream. She touched her own cheek and felt

How am I supposed to

his

she

in his palm as he sat on the sofa, gazing down at

applying body lotion to her feet before

luxury, and she