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 a quiet corner

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

to keep her tied to me, so I can torment her whenever I want. She can never be rid

her 'typing' indication, hurriedly sent over a

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than anyone that Felix

discuss with Maja her 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

to remain shackled to a man

up again that evening, and the suspicion of

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 a

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