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

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

less than 200

cut off,

forbade, she'd do out of spite.

the core.

500 dollars? Worst case was to do multiple

Felix.

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

the couch and fall

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

at a

but why does it feel so exhausting?

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

while working

she started to care

out and wiped her cheek 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

just her skincare; all the luxury items

not to help her

once pampered, was now dry from days without cream. She

How am I supposed to live like this? My

his arms. Working two jobs,

dinner, she drifted

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

skin, even applying body

luxury, and she never