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 the rent for

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

less

card cut off, she needed to find a

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

the core.

how hard could it be to earn 500 dollars?

Felix.

energy left for intimacy with

couch and

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

at a convenience

two jobs, but why does it

least four or five jobs a month, facing as much abuse as she

and indifferent to others' opinions while

and clothes, she started to care

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

when I got home. Now my dad's

items

friends not to help her

from days without cream. She touched her own cheek and felt a surge

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

fell asleep in his arms. Working two

she drifted

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

meticulous care of her skin, even applying body lotion to her feet before bonking

and she never