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

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

with less than

500 dollars. With her card cut off, she needed to find a way

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

the core.

be to earn 500 dollars? Worst case

Felix.

hardly had energy left for intimacy with Felix. She was too

the couch

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

a

so tired. I'm only working two jobs, but why does it feel so exhausting? How have

a month, facing as much abuse as she

heartbroken. Once wealthy and indifferent to others' opinions while working at

she started to

and wiped her cheek with a

face cream every day when I got home. Now my

all the luxury items from their hwere gone, and he

to help

cream. She touched

moisturizer. How am I

in his

dinner, she drifted

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

meticulous care of her skin, even applying body lotion to

one of luxury, and she never neglected