Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Carol stirred from her restless slumber. When she woke up, she saw a new bag beside her bed. It was their routine-after each night they spent together, she woke to find sextravagantly priced gift waiting for her.

Carol had only kept one designer bag; the rest she sold at the second-hand market, where the market was not bad, and sbags even appreciated in value. It was hard to fathom how the once penniless kid she knew could now afford such luxury.

Carol sat on the bed for a while, then took a photo of the bag by the bed and sent it to the second-hand buyers in her group. "Four million," cthe swift reply.

Carol's bank account was frozen, so she was using Yolanda's card, which now boasted a cool $6000,000-all from Felix's generous gifts.

She never deluded herself into thinking Felix was trying to win her over. She was like a pet he kept, perhaps deriving stwisted pleasure from seeing high-and-mighty Ms. Miller now groveling at his feet, taking his money like spaid companion. It was a transaction.

against the Miller family? Humiliating her like this was the greatest revenge on the Miller family. Carol took a deep breath; she now needed money to manage various relationships, and Yolanda was also in trouble; she had to help this only cousin of hers. Carol

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hungry," Carol replied with a hoarse voice, still raw from last night's

she reached for the door, Felix's voice stopped her. "Where are you going?" That question had beca half-monthly ritual. Carol knew better than to rile him up; he held grudges and would exact his revenge in the bedroom, as he did

a letter of forgiveness, and he could live a peaceful life. So, what was the point of insisting on

to be nice to her and cherish her. Now, she also couldn't see through

pressed down on the computer in his hand, this this tone carried a bit of a threat. "Carol, don't makeangry." Every the got angry, she was the one who

found it amusing, firmly opened the door, closed it with a

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save breakfast for Ms. Miller?" "Save it." He continued to open