Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Shirley felt like her heart was in someone else's grip, tightening with every step closer she took.

In the end, she decided against greeting him. After all, their time together had only been a year and a half-a mere blip in the grand tapestry of Abner's eventful life. That brief period was hardly worth remembering. Perhaps Abner had already forgotten about her.

She lowered her eyelashes, planning to quietly slip past him.

But just as she took a step away, she heard his voice.

It had a clarity to it, different from before, yet the way he called her name was still so tender.

"Shirley, are you planning to just walk by without saying hi?"

Shirley froze, her eyes welling up instantly.

Slowly, she turned around and saw Abner leaning against the wall, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her.

She tried to muster a smile, wanted to say, "Oh, it's you, Abner. You're back."

But her throat felt choked up, and she couldn't say a word.

She opened her mouth, then pressed her lips together and sighed.

Abner slowly approached.

Shirley felt a shadow envelop her. He seemed taller now, probably around six foot two, standing next to her, an imposing presence.

you haven't forgotten me,

she

like that man had said, she and Abner were from two different worlds. No matter how much she inquired, his whereabouts remained a mystery. Even this encounter would

been a

smile. "You here

eyes darkened, and he

"Yeah."

knowing what else to say, Shirley fell silent until he asked, "Are you married? Should I

married. Don't even have a

then smiled slightly. "Really? I thought

remembered how harshly she had spoken to Abner

someone else. Both are quite

me take

a moment's thought, Shirley nodded. "Give me a second to grab my purse." Saying that,

her go, knowing well that tonight's host had invited Shirley with a particular intention in mind. A prominent scholar had taken an

interested and, after apologizing,

in the hallway, she breathed a

found another restaurant and

each other for

only mentioning some

disinterested,