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.

monthly allowance of hundreds of thousands, now she was just paying the rent for an

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

left with less

cut off, she needed to find a way to make

forbade, she'd do out of spite. Whatever

the core.

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

Felix.

energy left for intimacy

she'd collapse on the couch and fall asleep

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

a convenience

I'm so tired. I'm only working two jobs, but why does

at least four or five jobs a month, facing as much abuse as she did, if not more. How had

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

she started to care

with a washcloth. She hissed softly and settled into his

when I got home. Now my dad's taken even that away. He's so petty,

all the luxury items from their hwere gone, and he had even

not to help her

now dry from days without cream. She touched

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

then fell asleep in his arms. Working two jobs, she was severely sleep-deprived, and

dinner, she drifted

gazing down at her face. Dark circles had formed under her

applying

and she never neglected herself, even