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

you for long? Give it six months and she'll probably be marrying me. Then you can

Especially since she slapped you last time. Weren't you two over for

stripping Mark

moment he saw him, he knew

you think you

and she's coming

one to back down

malicious glint flashing briefly in

helped his business partner up, offering a few grand

the sofa. Within minutes, two girls approached Abner, trying to strike up a conversation. Those aloof, charismatic types like Abner were always popular in

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

Just then, Jessica called him, her voice soft and weak,

up

had stopped

was always at its peak during the