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

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

less than

cut off, she needed to find a way to

out of spite. Whatever Felix discouraged, she'd

the core.

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

Felix.

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

she'd collapse on the couch and fall

effort. She'd never worked this hard

at a

why does

five jobs a month, facing as much

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

and clothes, she started to

a washcloth. She hissed softly and

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

her skincare; all the luxury items from their hwere gone, and he had even

not to

pampered, was now dry from days without cream. She

no moisturizer. How am I supposed to live like

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

dinner, she

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

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

luxury, and she never neglected herself,