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

often late, which cost

less than

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

do out

the core.

to earn 500 dollars? Worst case was to do multiple

Felix.

left for intimacy

on the couch

effort. She'd never worked this hard before, standing all day at the diner and

at a convenience

only working two jobs, but why does it feel so exhausting? How have you managed all

a month, facing as much abuse

and indifferent to others' opinions while working at the

started to care what people

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

every day when I got home.

all the luxury items

friends not to help

days without cream. She touched her own

moisturizer. How am I supposed to live like this? My

his arms. Working two jobs, she

dinner, she drifted

cradled her head in his palm as he sat on the sofa, gazing down at

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

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