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.

throat, probably aggravated by the couple of beers

she'll probably be marrying me. Then you can crawl back

once lately. Especially since she slapped you

slap, stripping Mark of

always lost his cool around Abner. Years later, he would realize, from the moment he saw him, he knew Abner

do you think

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

one to back down from a fight,

back his anger, a malicious glint flashing

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

sofa. Within minutes, two girls approached Abner, trying to strike up a

his seat, but his mind was restless. His thoughts were consumed with

drink tighter. Just then, Jessica called him, her voice soft and weak, asking when

up

had stopped

the offensive. But the charm of ambiguity was always at its peak during the