Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

The ground sloped upward, a small incline that seemed insurmountable. Perhaps the person who had

hit Zoey was still lurking somewhere up there.

Descending meant navigating through the uneven, pockmarked grass.

Rain had turned the path into a slippery mess.

But Zoey couldn't afford to care—she had to survive. The will to live burned fiercely within her.

Her life had been hard-won; she couldn't let it end so easily.

She dragged herself forward, feeling as if her bones were on the verge of coming apart.

She didn't know how long she crawled. The trail she left behind was tinged with blood, but the rain

washed it away.

Time became an unbearable weight, and eventually, she lost all sense of it, focusing only on crawling a

little further, just a little further.

Cars passed by ahead. She must be nearing the roadside, but she couldn't muster a shout.

All she wanted was for someone to save her.

Anyone would do; she just wanted to live.

In a sleek black car, Carol sat in the back, leaning against the window. Felix sat beside her, while a

chauffeur drove them.

Tonight, Felix had decided to play the magnanimous role, offering Carol a chance to get some air.

But it was just a drive, a whirl around the block, and after half an hour, they would return.

Carol's gaze caught the silhouette lying on the ground in the distance, and her brow furrowed.

"Stop the car."

The chauffeur didn't dare to stop, instead shooting a glance at Felix through the rearview mirror.

Everyone knew that Carol's words no longer held sway. The fate of the Miller family rested in the hands This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

of Felix, an outsider.

If he were displeased, the Millers would be cast out into the cold.

Felix was perusing a document, resting on his knee, his demeanor calm and collected. He had an air of

sophistication that the brash young man he once was seemed to lack.

Or perhaps he'd always been this heartless, and his previous persona was all an act.

Knowing the chauffeur wouldn't listen to her, Carol turned to Felix.

"Stop the car."

Felix slowly placed the document down, not looking at her.

"What do you want to do?"

Carol's lips curled ironically. "Save that person. Ever heard of it? Saving a life is more meritorious than

anything else."

Felix frowned, not getting her veiled insult.

He signaled the driver with a calm voice, "Stop the car."

The car came to a halt.

Carol found it amusing how the chauffeur, who once followed the Miller family's orders, now only

obeyed Felix.

She took a deep breath and reached for the door handle, but the door was locked.

"I need to get out."

Felix leaned back, eyes slowly closing, an unmistakable sign that there was no room for negotiation.

Carol's fingertips trembled. It had been over a month since the incident, but seeing his face still made

her feel dizzy.

The shock of her father's imprisonment had shaken her awake. She realized how blind she had been.

Felix had shown his true colors long ago, but she'd mistaken it for playful flirtation, a man's pride, and

hadn't called him out. That led to him slowly taking over the Miller Group.

Now, with her father in prison, the remaining Millers lived at the mercy of Felix just to maintain a shred

of dignity.

Her fists clenched. "There's a woman lying over there. I want to help her."

"Is that how you ask for help?"

Felix tapped his fingers on the document, his relaxed and breezy tone making Carol want to retch.

Her eyes reddened, but she struggled to keep calm. She was raised in a gilded cage and had her

pride. She couldn't afford to look too pitiable in front of him.

But then again, she supposed the most pitiable she'd ever been was already witnessed by him.

Her eyelashes fluttered downward.

"Please."

The word was no longer as hard to say, her body steadied.

Felix's phone rang at that moment. Carol saw the change in his expression and knew who it was.

It was his so-called dear cousin from afar—Listina Geo.

But Listina had been difficult, refusing treatment. Felix had spent that time by her side in the hospital.

As his girlfriend, Carol naturally joined him, often feeling humiliated in front of that woman. Updated at

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But she'd thought, since Listina was Felix's cousin and sick with a tumor, she ought to be caring.

Carol had endured it all.

She was smitten with his character, his looks.

The irony was that Listina turned out to be Felix's fiancée.

How laughable.

Carol felt ridiculous. Whenever she thought back on her past actions, she felt sick to her stomach.