Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

When Felix returned home, he found the sprawling suburban house still ablaze with lights.

Carol was planted on the couch, lost in ssion the TV.

He draped his coat over the armchair and turned to the nanny with a question.

"Did she have dinner yet?" "Mrs. Brown wasn't feeling hungry," the nanny replied.

His gaze shifted to Carol. Even with his return, she didn't spare him a glance.

A pang of sourness hit his heart, but he pushed it down and took a seat beside her.

"Why aren't you hungry?" "I wanted to call Maja about something." He shot a look to his assistant, who immediately fetched Carol's cell phone.

Carol stood up and walked to

message from Nathan flashed on

low, and held the phone to her ear. Felix's voice, laced with an odd persistence

her just to keep her tied to me, so I can torment her whenever I want. She can never be rid of me." Carol stared blankly at the screen; her fingers were stiff as she tried

noticing her 'typing' indication, hurriedly sent over a

while he was drinking with me. In vino veritas, Carol. He really doesn't

knew better than anyone that

thoughts about eloping with Nathan, feeling uncertain about causing such a stir. But now, with the suspicion of being pregnant, she felt restless, fearing that if she didn't leave the next day, she might

want to remain shackled to

that evening, and the suspicion of pregnancy grew

the child? Was he planning to hand the baby over to Listina to raise after birth and then marry her? That was Felix's plan - calculating even

ruthless, he