Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Stella watched as the car sped away, only to slowly settle back at the bus stop.

A few minutes later, the car slowly reversed back towards her. Beck just couldn't resist.

"Get in. If you end up sick or worse, my dad's gonna give me an earful," he grumbled.

Stella's eyes sparkled with a hint of relief as she made her way to the passenger seat.

She tried to buckle up, but her strength was failing her. After several attempts, she couldn't secure the seatbelt.

Beck, running out of patience, leaned over, grabbed the seatbelt, and clicked it into place for her.

Stella caught a whiff of his cologne, reminiscent of fresh bamboo, subtle yet distinctly masculine.

She turned to glance at Beck's face.

Beck seemed indifferent, focusing on the road as soon as he secured her seatbelt, pressing down on the accelerator.

swayed, Stella's mind

hadn't always been this lonely. She once had a best friend, a girl who was mute, communicating only through

classmates bothered to learn sign language, so Stella took it upon herself to do so,

prestigious program at their university. Graduates from that

often jest about the soaring demand for computer science grads, assuring her friend that she wouldn't have to worry

her friend didn't live to see graduation. In a tragic turn of events, she died trying to save Morgan from

Morgan awoke, he was convinced that Bonnie was his savior, devoting himself

to tell Morgan the truth about his rescuer, but Morgan's

mute girl? Better off

saved? Stella, you think I'm a fool? Bring up that cursed girl again, and I'll have

was furious. Her friend was a wonderful

for such a scumbag.

did her friend risk

heartbreaking truth