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 hundreds of thousands, now she was just paying

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

left with less than 200

rent was 500 dollars. With her card cut off, she needed to find a way to make

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

the core.

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

Felix.

week, she was so exhausted she hardly had energy left for intimacy

she'd collapse on the couch

too much effort. She'd never worked this hard

a

tired. I'm only working two jobs, but why does

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

opinions while working at

started to care what

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

home. Now my dad's taken even that

the luxury items from their hwere gone,

friends not to help her

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

How am I supposed to live like

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

dinner, she drifted

in his palm as he sat on the sofa, gazing down at her face. Dark circles

applying body lotion to her feet before bonking

life had been one of luxury, and she