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 the couple

Give it six months and she'll probably be marrying me. Then you can crawl back to

she slapped you last time. Weren't

emphasized the slap, stripping Mark

the moment he saw him, he knew Abner would

who do you think you

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

sitting near Abner only then realized he wasn't one to back down from a fight,

malicious glint flashing briefly in

a few grand words to calm

girls approached Abner, trying to

his mind was restless. His thoughts

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

up with

had stopped pretending

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