Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Five years later.

Abner was twenty-three, and Shirley was approaching the significant milestone of twenty-nine.

Over the years, her relationship with her parents had improved significantly. Perhaps Abner's departure had left her indifferent to everything else, making her past grievances and bitterness seem trivial. She had become a college professor, interacting with many young people. Their youthful exuberance often reminded her of Abner.

For five years, she never stopped seeking information about Abner, but her efforts yielded no results.

Every day after work, she would drive past the high school and pause for a moment.

She still lived in the place she had rented five years ago, which she had since purchased.

Recently, she had a persistent feeling that she was being followed. She reported it to the police, but their investigation turned up nothing.

Until that day, in the most expensive boutique at the mall, she saw a man.

He stood there casually, holding a pair of sunglasses, seemingly waiting for someone.

Then a young woman approached him, linked her arm with his, and smiled at him.

Shirley froze in her tracks. The man was surrounded by several bodyguards who treated him with the utmost respect.

She recognized him immediately-it was Abner.

But he was no longer the skinny teenager she remembered. He had grown, with sharp features and a commanding presence. Even his smile carried a hint of a brisk spring breeze. Shirley stood there for a long time, until her legs began to ache.

wave of melancholy that overwhelmed her, feeling as though

her colleagues

I heard the boutique closed

many wealthy people, we can't know all

even more so

they chatted, they headed to a dinner

had declined too many times before and couldn't get

had walked a few meters before realizing Shirley wasn't with them. They stopped and

are you daydreaming

caught up, but her mind

to Greenfield's most expensive restaurant, renowned for its private dining

hosted by a distinguished academic,

barely touched her food, lost in thought until a

didn't you

staring at you? I think this dinners for your sake. You're twenty-nine, isn't it time

Shirley saw a team member responsible

lowered her lashes and emptied her

to

had pursued her, some quite persistently, but she

like all her emotions had

for Abner; she'd