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

and she'll probably be marrying me. Then you

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

the slap, stripping Mark of his

later, he would realize, from the moment he saw

do you think you

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

a malicious glint flashing briefly in his

few grand words

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

his seat, but his mind was restless. His

Just then, Jessica called him, her voice soft

breaking up

stopped

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