Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Shirley stood frozen in place, waiting for the house to quiet down before she slowly squatted, tears streaming down her face. She truly had feelings for Mark; otherwise, she wouldn't have been with him. After crying for a while, she picked up the card from the floor and placed it in the key box at the entrance. She didn't notice that the guest room door had been slightly ajar the whole time and had now quietly closed.

Abner leaned against the door, not daring to speak. He had wanted to go out and offer some comfort, but considering that he might be the source of her embarrassment, he hesitated, fearing she might suddenly want him to leave. He was uneasy, his palms sweaty with nervousness. He could even hear Shirley's sobs, muffled and light, as if they were right next to his ear.

But after a while, she stopped crying, cleaned up the petals on the floor, and went into her room.

That night, Abner lay in bed, unable to sleep. He feared waking up to find himself back in that dark, damp room, where even a piece of meat was a luxury, his happiness too fragile to rely on. Here, the blankets were warm, unlike his usual thin layer that couldn't cover both his head and feet in winter, always leaving him curled up from the cold.

He didn't dare sleep all night and got up very early the next day. He wanted to cook something, but the fridge was empty. So, he took out his homework and quietly started working on it in the living room.

Shirley got up around nine, ordered some takeout, and after they ate, she took Abner shopping. But Abner felt uneasy hearing the prices. A t-shirt costing over a hundred dollars-was it made of gold? He didn't dare to ask, just quietly tugged at Shirley's arm.

shop somewhere else. This place is

smile, she asked the salesperson to put aside everything they had picked out. She chose twelve outfits for Abner, three for each season from spring to

and I'll order the rest

the shopping bags, blushed and

smile growing,

shopping

even holding up

him, looking like they were the couple. Shirley looked away, feeling a pang in her heart. She took a deep breath, forcing herself

two inside the mall. Mark hadfinished shopping and was now

steering wheel.

it too; the man was Shirley's boyfriend, now with another woman. But as an outsider, he didn't dare say anything, just quietly sat in the passenger seat. Soon, he heard Shirley reaching for tissues;