Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

As Carol was on the brink of slumber, her phone buzzed with a new message from Listina.

It was a picture of Felix. He was sprawled out on the couch by the bed, deep in sleep. But his face was still handsome, the very reason Carol had fallen for him at first sight.

[Felix isn't going back tonight. He's staying here with me, Carol. You're such a tramp, really. Just think, you married him and he still spends his nights like this with me. The villa he bought foris right next door to your place. If I were you, I'd be sick to my stomach. Oh, and by the way, we've already done the deed, and guess what? He didn't take medication while doing it with me, only with you.] In the past, Carol would forward Listina's provocative messages to Felix. The first few times, his indifferent response was always, "She's suffering from depression, not in her right mind, and she's been bedridden for years. Why lower yourself to her level?" Hearing the sanswer over and over again, Carol stopped bothering. Besides, she had figured out how to get back at Felix. Listina's messages disgusted her, but they weren't unbearable anymore.

She thought it would be fricking best if those two stayed tangled up together forever. If Felix didn't want to get married, that was fine by her. She truly didn't want to marry Felix.

After everything that had happened, if she still entertained the thought of marrying him, she'd be real cheap.

closed her eyes, trying to sleep, but then another

you, Ms. Miller?] Carol usually had no desire to engage with Listina. After all, she'd interacted with her multiple times and each tshe'd behave like

the mute button on her phone, resting it beside her pillow. However, sleep eluded her. She wasn't keen

her phone again and scrolled to her chat

Nathan

watched as he typed,

quick to reply to Listina. She found it amusing, telling herself she didn't care, yet she couldn't help making comparisons. A wicked idea crossed her mind - to let herself fall into this mess, making life hell for everyone, including herself. She was so tired, sometimes feeling like she could barely hold on.

Valley? That's where Ms. Pennyfeather grew up; I know it quite well.] [Or how about a drive in the countryside tomorrow? They've just developed a big park out there; heard it's got

night with Listina without a word. The classic case of double standards by forbidding others to do what he was doing