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.

his throat, probably aggravated by the couple of beers he

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

you once lately. Especially since she slapped

slap, stripping

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

you think you

I'm the one Shirley cares about the most. Today's my 17th birthday, and she's coming back from overseas just for me.

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

malicious glint

offering a few grand words to calm the situation

still lounging on the sofa. Within minutes, two girls approached Abner, trying

seat, but his mind was restless. His thoughts

drink tighter. Just then, Jessica called him, her voice soft and weak, asking when he would

up with

had stopped

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