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

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

Especially since she slapped you

emphasized the slap, stripping Mark

he always lost his cool around Abner. Years later, he would realize, from the moment he saw him, he knew Abner would be his strongest rival, the one who could take

do you

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

only then realized he wasn't one to back down from

anger, a malicious glint flashing briefly in his

up, offering a few grand words to calm the

and his partner left, Mark's gaze lingered on Abner, who was still lounging on the sofa. Within minutes, two girls approached Abner, trying to strike up a conversation. Those aloof, charismatic types like Abner were

seat, but his mind was restless. His

gripped his drink tighter. Just then, Jessica called him,

up with

had stopped

of ambiguity was always at its peak during the ambiguous