Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Felix, I just knew it. In your heart, I'm always the one that matters most."

She was brimming with contentment, her mood exceptionally bright.

Felix sat on the edge of the bed, about to say something, when his phone chimed again. He thought it might be Carol.

But when he checked, it was that unknown number.

[I'm at your folks' gravesite. Honestly, didn't expect it to be this out of the way.]

Back then, Felix was too young and didn't have much money. Just burying a few people in the splace had been a struggle, let

alone affording a fancy cemetery.

This message was like challenging his bottom line.

Abner probably had no idea these people died because of him. He just wanted to get under Felix's skin with these biting words.

Felix's resolve hardened instantly. It was tto take a slice at the Miller Group. He'd show Mr. Miller what happened when he

crossed the line.

After leaving the hospital, he returned to his apartment. Carol was indeed alone, lying on the couch, genuinely feverish.

Her cheeks were flushed with heat when she saw him. She turned her head away, anger bubbling up, "Why are you here? Just let

Felix wrapped his arms around her, patting her back gently. Tears spilled from Carol's eyes as she bit down on his shoulder.

"Carol, letwork at the Miller Group, starting from the very bottom."

She stiffened, having thought he would reject anything to do with the Miller Group. She hadn't expected him to say such a thing.

prove myself

glimmer of hope flashed in Carol's eyes as she remembered all

opportunity; perhaps he too was not content to

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

fever

talk to my dad. Don't worry; he'll say yes.

her nose, "What do

times, delirious from the fever. Felix brought her a

Miller family

to look like this

watched her,

in his eyes, about to spill over. But her vision

This is just how my dad and I are. He lovesthe most. It's just a low-level

held

"Felix?"

let go, smiling,

him on the lips, her step lighter

my good

pulled out a cigarette and started to smoke. The

him cough.

stench of smoke clinging to him, almost disgusting himself. But then he thought,

detested. Perhaps there was something

his temples, he stared blankly at the ceiling until the cigarette burned down

the Miller family’s just deserts. And Carol? Well, she was