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.

previous monthly allowance of hundreds of thousands, now she was just paying

taken seriously; she was often late, which cost her 30 dollars each time.

with less

cut off, she

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

the core.

from childhood, she thought, how hard could it be to earn 500 dollars?

Felix.

after a week, she was so exhausted she hardly had energy left for intimacy with

couch and fall

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

at a

does it

as much abuse as she did, if

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

started to care

with a washcloth. She hissed softly and

cream every day when I got home. Now my dad's taken

luxury items from their hwere gone, and he had even

friends not to help

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

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

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

dinner, she

sat on the sofa, gazing down at her face. Dark circles

her skin, even applying body lotion to

one of luxury, and she never