Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Shirley saw a beautifully made-up face devoid of any spark of joy. People buzzed around her, fussing with her hair and adjusting her dress. She clenched her fists so tightly her nails almost pierced her palms.

Once her makeup was done, the stylist helped her down the stairs. A long line of limousines waited outside; she was escorted to the front one. As the door opened and she stepped in, Mr. and Mrs. Davis tried to say something to her but, seeing her dismissive posture, they just sighed.

A month later, Abner and Shirley were set to get married.

The moment the limousine started, Shirley couldn't stop her tears from flowing. Alone in the car with just the driver, who wore a cap, he handed her a tissue without turning around.

The driver remained silent but glanced at Shirley through the rearview mirror as she pulled out a bottle of pills and swallowed a few without water. "It's just some anti-anxiety medication. I'm afraid I'll get too worked up later," she explained, perhaps to clear any misunderstanding. The driver simply accelerated.

"Thank you," she said hoarsely, accepting it.

Shirley's tears kept falling. She wished this road would never end, that they'd never reach that church. Closing her eyes, she tried to block out the world outside.

Looking up, she saw

taking

moment, Shirley thought she was hallucinating.

few cars were chasing them. They had broken away from the

won't. I'm taking you away

have urged Abner

Abner and leave everything behind. Forgetting everything, they could start afresh, she supporting him if needed. They could move

"Didn't you listen to what I said that day?"

an ache in her heart. Abner had been training relentlessly over the past month, like a tireless machine. Yet, he couldn't resist coming for her

obedient; why would he be abandoned? Youth