Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Abner released the man's fist and directed his gaze towards Mark, who stood a short distance away.

Mark couldn't help but notice how effortlessly Abner carried himself. The struggling kid he once knew was long gone.

Shirley had really taken good care of him, nurturing not just his confidence but also giving him that glowing skin.

The more Mark thought about it, the more jealous he became. He had never felt this way about anyone before, but now he was tasting the bitter pill of jealousy.

His jealousy was tangible, unabashedly directed at Abner. Their eyes met, sparking an invisible clash.

Abner put down his cider, a drink as light as beer, knowing well that a few bottles wouldn't get him drunk.

Mark sneered, "Still playing kiddie games, I see."

Abner shot back, "Better than being greasy like you old folks."

Youth was an asset, not a reason for ridicule.

aggravated by

and she'll probably be marrying me. Then

mentioned you once lately. Especially since she slapped

slap, stripping

cool around Abner. Years later, he would realize, from the moment he saw him, he

do you think you

about the most. Today's my 17th birthday, and she's coming back from overseas just for me. I have to

wasn't one to back down from a fight, especially if it involved

his anger, a malicious

partner up, offering a few grand words to calm the situation and prevent

partner left, Mark's gaze lingered on Abner, who was still lounging on the sofa. Within minutes, two girls approached Abner, trying to

but his mind was restless. His thoughts were

deep breath, he gripped his drink tighter. Just then, Jessica called him, her voice soft and weak, asking when he would

breaking up

had stopped pretending

But the charm of ambiguity was always at its peak during the ambiguous stage. Once things became clear, the excitement