Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Shirley leaned back, gazing dreamily at the lush greenery in the distance, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Abner, someday I want a house with a garden, you know? I want to plant lots of flowers, maybe the kind that bloom all year round." Abner's palm itched with anticipation, and he couldn't resist asking, "So, Shirley, does that mean you'll be living there with me?"

"Of course," she chuckled, her eyes twinkling with a hint of tipsiness. "I'm making good money with these projects I'm doing with my professor. It's hard work, but the bonuses are pretty sweet. Give it a couple of years, and I'll be able to afford that house, even before you graduate from college."

Abner felt a burst of happiness. It seemed he had a place in Shirley's future plans. And he still had five more years until graduation.

He took a sip of his juice, relaxing a bit. But then Shirley leaned towards him, her head resting on his shoulder. Abner's hand trembled, nearly dropping the glass.

He turned to look at her and noticed a bit of fruit stuck at the corner of her mouth. Leaning in, he gently wiped it away with his finger.

However, to Mark, who was watching from afar, it looked like Abner was stealing a kiss.

Unable to hold back, Mark stormed over. Before Abner could react, he found himself drenched in a drink.

Mark. Mark, trembling with rage, grabbed Abner by the collar, ready to throw

onto the coffee table. Mark, groaning in pain, tried to get

out, "You two are

aback, half amused, half infuriated. "What did

from his lip, glared at them, especially at Abner, as if wishing he could tear him apart. "I said

believe her ears, a mix of anger and laughter bubbling inside her. "Report me

seducing a minor! Being in a relationship

while Abner, standing behind her, raised an eyebrow, a smirk crossing his face. He knew Mark had misunderstood the situation. Abner quickly took Shirley's hand, his voice laced with caution. "Shirley, don't

by Mark's baseless accusations. "Mark, I've had enough of you smearing Abner and me!" "Do I even need to smear you? It's

Abner protested, "I didn't."

to throw another punch. But

first

when she had seen

this repulsed. Now,