Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix froze at her words, but he didn't immediately push Listina away.

Holding him tighter, Listina's lips curled into a cold smirk. To think that Ms. Miller was nothing but a pawn in her and Felix's gof

affection, what could be more thrilling?

Ha, she was losing it now; just wait for what was to come.

"We've always been like this, Felix and I. Looks like you're the outsider. Are you going to keep standing there? Because I can do

much worse."

With that, Listina went on her tiptoes and planted her lips firmly on Felix's. Carol's pupils contracted in shock, thinking she must be

seeing things.

When she snapped back to reality, she marched over and yanked Listina away. One slap wasn't enough for Carol; she followed it

with another, and then another.

Listina screeched, ready to retaliate, but weakened as she was, she was no match for Carol. Her cheek swelled up quickly.

It was then that Felix stepped forward, grabbing Carol's arm, "Carol!"

Carol jolted, and reflexively, she slapped him across the face. Still not satisfied, she threw three more slaps his way.

"He kisses you and you don't dodge? Felix, are you freaking serious? You're just gonna roll in the mud with this lunatic?!"

Blood tinged the corners of Felix's mouth, his expression growing darker.

Watching Carol hit Felix was more painful for Listina than if she were hitting her own flesh. She screamed and lunged at Carol,

clawing at her throat.

I will kill you! How dare you hit my

words. Carol, initially ready to

just let Listina keep clutching her neck. She felt

her mind,

pulled

"Stop it."

Felix, does it hurt? Letsee your

her tiptoes again, cradled

a chasm had opened beneath her

had lent her hand sanitizer the other day, now wearing a grin

watching a unfold.

into the nearby elevator and shakily pressed the

had no recollection of leaving the hospital or how she made

her ached. There were no physical wounds,

called Yolanda, saying she wanted to

my cottage? Is your own

need

voice broke, and Yolanda instantly sensed

I'm on

her souped-up car, its acceleration leaving

still in a daze when she got into the car. Seeing Carol's pale face,

lips quivered and

wrong? You're freakingout. Damn,

tomboy at heart, checked Carol's forehead and neck for

sore but dry, "It's

instead? I'd like to spend

drive to the suburbs; the scenery's nice, perfect for

Felix

through Carol's heart,