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,

the diner wasn't taken seriously; she was often late, which cost her 30 dollars each

less

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

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

the core.

childhood, she thought, how hard could it be to earn 500 dollars? Worst case

Felix.

so exhausted she hardly had energy left for intimacy with Felix. She was too tired. As soon

collapse on the couch and fall asleep in

even eating felt like too much effort. She'd never worked

at a

but why does it feel so exhausting?

five jobs a month, facing as much abuse

Once wealthy and indifferent to others' opinions while working at the diner, now, stripped

bags, and clothes, she started to care what people

wiped her cheek with a washcloth. She hissed softly and settled into

used to apply face cream every day when I got home. Now my dad's taken even

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

to help

pampered, was now dry from days without cream.

no serum, no moisturizer. How am I supposed to live like this? My dad

his arms. Working two jobs, she was severely sleep-deprived,

dinner, she drifted

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

her skin, even applying body lotion to her feet before bonking

of luxury, and she never neglected herself, even in