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

and she'll probably be marrying me.

mentioned you once lately. Especially since she slapped

the slap, stripping Mark of

from the moment he saw him, he

you

the one Shirley cares about the most. Today's my 17th birthday, and she's

wasn't one

his anger, a malicious glint flashing

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

sofa. Within minutes, two girls approached

but his mind was restless.

called him, her voice soft and

breaking up with

stopped pretending

of ambiguity was always at its peak during the ambiguous stage. Once things