Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

It just so happened that tonight, Mark found himself in the same bar.

He was there with a few folks from his social circle, having a drink. He had recently graduated and was set to take over the family business, which naturally meant hobnobbing with various partners.

These partners had all brought dates, and as they got drunker, their hands wandered more freely. Mark felt a wave of disgust watching them, especially when one partner, arm draped over a lady, excused himself, supposedly heading to the restroom. Whether it was really the restroom, well, who could say?

A few minutes later, angry shouting broke out from outside.

"Damn woman, what's your problem? Think I'm too old for you? Go find a high school kid to ask for their Snapchat! Damn, did I somehow offend you by giving you my attention?!"

"Let go! Get off me!"

"Bitch, look at him, his eyes are practically shining. Does he know how wild you are behind closed doors? And you dare to ask for contact info? I'll kill you!"

The commotion outside grew louder, and recognizing the voice as the partner who had left earlier, Mark quickly stood and went outside.

There he saw Abner, surrounded by a group of people like a star among lesser lights. Mark paused, a surge of anger welling up inside him. He hadn't forgotten how Abner had slighted him last semester. Abner had grown taller and seemed even more charismatic, as if he'd been under Shirley's care once again. Mark felt uneasy. He had definitively rejected Jessica's persistent advances, hoping Shirley would eventually come back to him. But months had passed since their graduation, and there was no sign of Shirley changing her mind.

Shirley had their fights before, but she always came back on her own. This time, seeing Abner made Mark panic, realizing something was slipping beyond his grasp. Abner should have been stuck in the most

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