Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Leonard didn't say a word as he picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, only to start coughing violently.

Bernie passed his handkerchief over to him. It had been years since he and Leonard had shared a meal like this.

Leonard was still coughing, looking like he might pass out at any moment.

Bernie thought to himself that the man across from him had truly aged. Back when Yvonne was making a fuss about marrying

Leonard, the man could still crack a whip, though he'd only done it for show and never had the heart to actually hit anyone.

Even when Bernard had knelt outside their house for two days, Leonard had watched from the window, turning to Yvonne to say,

"Just watch, he'll leave after two hours at most. Don't forget what the seer said, you two aren't meant to be. He'll only bring you

trouble."

"Dad! Stop talking nonsense; what era do you think this is, still believing in that stuff?"

"You don't believe the seer’s predictions? When your mother couldn't conceive, he foretold she'd have a daughter."

Yvonne fell silent then, her heart aching as she looked at Bernard kneeling outside.

Leonard scoffed, convinced the young man wouldn't last much longer. But what he hadn't anticipated was just how stubborn both

Bernard and Yvonne were.

Eventually, as Bernard wobbled on the brink of collapse, Yvonne couldn't bear it any longer and dropped to her knees alongside

him.

years. I know what kind of man he is.

Then you can dote on your grandson and

his daughter kneel down, he couldn't bring himself to object

and married soon after. But a year

without any warning signs,

blared on and on, like the

out a letter he had been holding and pressed it down on the table with one finger, "Bernard,

still alive, she wouldn't

didn't immediately reach for the

a hypocrite? They always tellto let

want Yvonne back. I need her to tellin person why she did what she

and he slowly closed his eyes. His fingertip remained on

fingers starting to shake. Bernard raised his

tablecloth off the table.

that the child wasn't mine, and

remember Yvonne's first love? They spent a year abroad together. Ssay her true love was always him, that she

that she

coughed violently again, his grip tightening on

a mad smile, a glint of frenzy in his eyes, "Everyone's saying

coincidence that her first

just a month before she

lips, shaking with anger, "Bernard, is that what you think

kill herself? Why did she leavein