Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol had no idea how to react, only remembering the office that day was a scene straight out of a soap opera.

She couldn't recall how many times she slapped Felix; it must have been a lot. And when he finally held her in his embrace, she

was still screaming obscenities at him.

She had never lost her composure like this. She was born a Miller, and never before had she been played for such a fool.

Felix, Listina, Nathan—they'd spun her around like a top.

She was such an idiot, she couldn't blListina for scolding her. She knew how resistant Felix had been at the beginning.

But she overestimated her own charm.

What a joke—a huge, pathetic joke.

She didn't remember how that day ended, now it all seemed like a blur. Only the media frenzy that followed was clear, detailing the

tragic car accident from years ago that claimed three lives on the spot.

One was Felix's father; the others were Listina's parents.

So that was it.

Felix had been out for vengeance for his fiancée all along.

He had never loved her. It was all a gto him, which is why he could walk away so easily.

He'd swiftly becthe president of the Miller Group, executing a ruthless corporate shake-up, and moved Listina into the

neighboring mansion that he'd bought for her—a mansion that stood in stark contrast to the Miller family estate that Carol had

and where

was placing Listina right next

like a zombie, her mind

seemed like a

it all—Felix

engagement, once filled with

but Felix's cold

still waiting for

not recognizing the man in the

keep hysterically fighting, but

the Miller estate and had the housekeeper watch

himself,

she'd

endless,

brain finally cleared, grasping the full extent of

still

wedding date loomed

the car seat, Carol

without Felix's pardon, Abner would remain behind bars. As his ungrateful

something.

and Carol, nauseated at

rang—it

and in

voice

shoved Felix

"lam."

not to tease him too much in her condition, resting against his

as everyone trickled out, Maja's thoughts

need help, just

leisurely fixing his clothes, and