Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The groomsmen were all new business partners he'd met after climbing the social ladder, with the exception of his one true friend, Nathan.

As he glanced over at the groomsmen's area, he noticed Nathan's absence, which caused his brow to furrow slightly.

He was about to call Nathan-where could he possibly be at a critical tlike this?-but then his phone rang. With a hint of cheer in his voice, he answered.

"Mr. Brown, it appears Ms. Miller has taken a runner from the wedding." His initially upturned lips instantly drooped, and his eyes darkened.

"What about the car?" "We're in pursuit, but suddenly there's a slew of trucks on the road blocking us, and we've lost track of Mrs. Brown," the voice on the other end explained.

Felix yanked off his tie, hopped into the wedding limo parked beside him, and floored the accelerator, speeding away in an instant. Outside, the guests who had been waiting were exchanging puzzled looks, clueless about what had just happened. But they knew something was up when Felix drove off like a bat out of hell.

Thankfully, the master of ceremonies was a pro; he ushered the guests into the hotel to wait.

flicked on the GPS tracker, which showed a red dot moving

kept his bloodshot eyes on the road ahead. For a

signaled the chopper to pick him up. His sharp suit was now a mess, but he didn't care. Once aboard the helicopter, his gaze was fixed on the red dot shown on his

had a tracking device installed, and he knew it would cin handy one day—just not this

why he had tampered with the bracelet, determined to

the n'Felix' had been

flew

city. He pursed his lips et silent one but the tension was palpable two men standing beside

handed him and, upon recognizing the driver of one of

nearly as crushing as Carol's attempt

fluttered down as

no answer, he kept

out of the bag about eloping with Carol, and Felix was surely on their tail