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.

hundreds of thousands, now she was just

was often late, which

with less

her card cut off,

forbade, she'd do out of

the core.

earn 500 dollars? Worst case was to do multiple jobs a month just

Felix.

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

collapse on the couch and

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

a

does it feel so exhausting?

much abuse

opinions while working at the diner, now, stripped of

she started

cheek with a washcloth. She hissed softly

every day when I got home.

luxury items from their hwere gone,

not to help her

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

no serum, no moisturizer. How am I supposed to live

then fell asleep in his arms. Working two jobs, she was severely

she drifted

he sat on the sofa, gazing down at her

meticulous care of her skin, even applying

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