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.

to her previous monthly allowance of hundreds of thousands, now she was just paying

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

with less than 200

cut off,

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

the core.

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

Felix.

exhausted she hardly had energy left

the couch and fall

even eating felt like too much effort. She'd never worked this hard before, standing all day at

at a convenience

two jobs, but why does

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

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

and clothes, she started

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

day when I got home.

her skincare; all the luxury items from their hwere

friends not to help

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

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

fell asleep in his arms.

she

gazing down at her

applying body lotion to her feet

been one of luxury, and she never neglected herself, even in this simple