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 heart

her colleagues were

heard the boutique closed just to accommodate

wealthy people,

really handsome, even more

they headed

too many times before and couldn't get out

Shirley wasn't with them. They stopped and

are you

caught up, but her

to Greenfield's most expensive restaurant, renowned for its

by a distinguished academic, soon to be the head

lost in thought until a colleague nudged

didn't you notice

staring at you? I think this dinners for your sake. You're twenty-nine,

her colleague's gaze, Shirley saw a team member

lashes

need to use

her, some quite persistently, but she

emotions had been drained

she couldn't possibly have feelings for Abner; she'd