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.

melancholy that overwhelmed her, feeling as though her

colleagues were

that? I heard the boutique closed just

so many wealthy people,

more so than a movie

headed to a

declined too many times before and couldn't get out

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

are you daydreaming about?

caught up, but her mind

most expensive restaurant, renowned for its private dining

dinner was hosted by a distinguished academic, soon to be the head of Shirley's

barely touched her food, lost in thought until

you notice

dinners for your sake. You're twenty-nine, isn't it time you thought about

colleague's gaze, Shirley saw a team member responsible for advanced

lowered her lashes and emptied

to use the

some quite persistently, but she couldn't muster

had been drained away the day Abner

couldn't possibly have feelings for Abner; she'd always seen him as a