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.

lump in his throat, probably aggravated by the couple of beers he

long? Give it six months and she'll probably be

Especially since she slapped

emphasized the slap, stripping

realize, from the moment he saw him, he knew Abner would be his strongest rival, the one who could take away

you think you

now, 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

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

anger, a malicious glint flashing briefly in his

grand words

minutes, two girls approached Abner, trying to strike

returned to his seat, but his mind was restless. His thoughts were consumed with Abner's defiant

drink tighter. Just then, Jessica called him, her

up

had stopped

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