Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol shuddered in pain, her mind racing with the fear of being discovered in such a debasing position.

She wanted to fight back, but her strength had evaporated as if cast into the abyss.

Weakened, Felix twisted her head, forcing her face down to meet his kiss.

With resolve, Carol bit down hard, their mouths filling with the metallic taste of blood.

Yet even as she continued to bite, he seemed impervious to the pain, relentlessly entangling with her lips and tongue.

Madman.

When he finally released her mouth, she met his gaze—gloomy, murky, bloodshot.

Startled, she tried to pull away, only to wince from the pain he caused within her.

His hoarse voice reached her ears, “Just play nice and go through with the wedding, will you?”

For a moment, Carol was under the illusion that she had never truly known this man.

When they were dating, he always sweetly called her "Carol."

After revealing his true self, his tone becmocking, addressing her as "Ms. Miller."

Now, he always called her in a cold and detached way.

Did she love Felix?

Initially, she was charmed by his facade, maybe what she loved was the gentle and kind Felix he pretended to be, not the maniac

pressing down on her now.

Tears streamed down Carol's face as she began to reminisce about their first encounter.

Even though it was all a calculated deception, when Carol looked back on it, it still felt precious.

Trewound to that year at BlueSky Bar.

Carol was a social butterfly, pampered from childhood, rarely facing hardship.

Her mother had passed away early, and Abner played the roles of dad and mom, indulging her every whim. Carol never lacked for

money, with several bank accounts boasting over a million dollars each, plus a black card from her father.

That night, she was headed to BlueSky Bar for a meet-up, chatting on the phone with her father as she made her way in.

As she approached the VIP lounge, she overheard swaiters gossiping.

"If you looked like Felix, you'd rake in the tips for sure."

"Oh, please, we're legit waiters here. He's probably moonlighting as a gigolo."

"Question is, does he sell himself to men or women? With those looks, bet he swings both ways. Didn't that rotund investor confess

to him last time?"

Their laughter filled the air, their voices dripping with sarcasm and malice, "Maybe he's serving men and women at the same

time."

As the heiress to the Miller family, Carol had seen the fair share of jealousy among the staff, especially in a place like BlueSky Bar,

frequented by the wealthy and elite. A careless move here could mean a ticket into high society.

Since childhood, Abner had warned her, have fun, but don't fall into smelo over a poor boy.

Carol had once retorted, "Dad, do you look down on poor guys?"

Abner pinched her nose firmly.

"Do you think being poor is just about not having money? The number of those who are spiritually rich and cheerful is minuscule—

they just won't align with your values."

In Carol's world, aside from life and death, there was nothing she couldn't handle.

Being so wealthy, she never placed much importance on money.

Now, hearing the waiters' banter, she intended to ignore it as usual.

But suddenly, a door beside them swung open, and a tall man stepped out, kicking the chattering waiter to the ground.

This man was also dressed as a waiter, but his appearance was striking.

At first glance, Carol's eyes lit up, and she found herself rooted to the spot.

The kicked waiter was, of course, not happy. As he tried to retaliate, he was held back by the others.

"Let it go, the manager's coming soon, and lately, srich lady's been sweet on Felix, always sticking up for him."

Carol's brows knitted together. So, this was the Felix they were all talking about.

He was indeed breathtaking.

She had seen many handsmen in the elite world, but even so, she couldn't tear her gaze away from him.

Felix stood there, rubbing his face innocently, looking completely harmless.

Carol's heart skipped a beat, but she didn't dwell on it. Pushing open the door to the lounge, she stepped inside.

The gathering tonight wasn't with her usual crowd; the invitation was more a formality. Bored, she had decided to canyway.

The host was a jewelry merchant in her forties who had recently divorced and secured a hefty settlement.

Upon Carol's arrival, the room buzzed with flattery.

She'd heard it all before and took a seat in a corner, not keen on mingling.

Soon, a waiter brought in drinks, and as fate would have it, it was Felix.

Dressed in the suniform as the others, he somehow wore it with an effortless elegance.

The forty-something woman gleefully accepted the drink from Felix's hand, sneaking a touch on the back of his hand.

Felix frowned but said nothing, simply asking, "Would you liketo open this bottle, ma'am?"

The wealthy woman chuckled, her eyes lingering on his collar.

He wore a bow tie that seemed to invite one's fingers to tug and unravel.

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