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.

felt a lump in his throat, probably aggravated

it six months and she'll probably be marrying me. Then you can

she slapped you last

stripping Mark

around Abner. Years later, he would realize, from the moment he saw him, he knew Abner would be his strongest rival,

you think

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

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

a malicious glint flashing

business partner up, offering a few grand words

he and his partner left, Mark's gaze lingered on Abner, who was still lounging on the sofa. Within minutes, two girls approached Abner, trying to strike up a conversation. Those aloof, charismatic types like Abner were always popular in places like

was

Just then, Jessica called him, her voice soft and weak, asking when he would be

breaking up with

had stopped pretending

the charm of ambiguity was always at its peak