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 thousands, now she was just paying the rent for an

late, which cost her 30 dollars each time. By the end

left with less than

her card cut off, she

she'd do out of spite. Whatever

the core.

500 dollars? Worst

Felix.

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

she'd collapse on the couch

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

at a convenience

jobs, but why does it feel so

four or five jobs a month, facing as much abuse as she did, if not

and indifferent to others' opinions while working at the diner, now, stripped of her

she started

with a washcloth. She hissed

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

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

friends not to

from days without cream. She touched her own

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

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

dinner, she drifted

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

applying body lotion to her feet

one of luxury, and she