Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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Chapter 880

Felt a strange kind of softness deep with

within.

The misunderstanding between Cornelia and Alma couldn’t be sorted out just yet, so he needed to play the waiting

game and bide his time till the perfect moment for those two to patch things up.

“Omar, send some guys over. I want Maja to have a rough night.”

“Alright.” He immediately whipped out his phone and made a few calls to his minions, instructing them to give Maja

a hard time.

Then, he was ready to leave the Casson family.

But just at the front gate, a courier stopped him in his tracks.

“Mr. Omar, this is a delivery from Ms. Cornelia.”

Omar’s face changed in an instant, then he flashed a soft smile. After learning his true identity, Cornelia angrily

kicked him out. But now she was sending gifts, was she looking for a truce?

A smirk appeared on his lips, his stern expression vanished in a flash, and he opened the box without a second

thought.

But when he saw what was inside, he instantly pushed it away, his tone icy cold.

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“What’s this?”

The courier immediately became jittery.

“Ms. Cornelia said this is her unborn child. She said it was fortunate she found out early.”

Omar was somewhat in disbelief, unsure of how to react.

At first there was shock, then it felt like his chest was brutally torn apart, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

He was so angry that his vision went black, and he almost passed out.

“You say that again! What is this?”

The courier, seeing his fury, was scared shitless and immediately pedaled away

At this point, Omar’s phone rang. It was Cornelia.

“Omar.” She called out, her tone devoid of any emotion.

“Cornelia, are you asking for trouble?”

His tone was ominous, but the sound of laughter echoed from the other end of the call.

“On the contrary, I suddenly feel like living well. I won’t be having a child from the Casson family. Thank God your

true identity was exposed in time, Omar, don’t

come looking for me again. Seeing anyone from the Casson family only makes me sick.””

“Cornelia!!” Omar wanted to curse her out, but the call had already been cut off.

He took a deep breath, got into his car, and sped towards Cornelia’s home.

Cornelia’s home was near the slums. Ever since Alma started to oppress their family, her parents lost their jobs,

and now they scraped a living from scavenging.

Omar was in the slums for some business when he stumbled upon Cornelia.

He recognized her. Cornelia’s hand was injured in that incident, and he was at the scene.

She didn’t cry then, only bit her lip tight and looked him in the eye, saying: “I will make Alma pay.”

He should have killed her then, but he showed mercy.

He didn’t expect to see her again in the slums.

She didn’t give up on reporting Alma, hoping for a miracle.

Omar found it hilarious at the time. These lower–class people might never understand their feeble fate.

To him, Cornelia’s efforts were like an ant struggling.

But gradually, he started to have feelings for her and even found her adorable.

Omar, in the Casson family, was directly working for the elders, and many tasks were confidential, which was why

he was valued.

Once, he was injured, and it was Cornelia who saved him.

Cornelia had no strength in her fingers and dragged him forward with her elbow.

It was pouring that night. He looked up vaguely and could only see her anxious face.

He stayed at her place for a few days, and her parents spent the money they earned from selling scrap to buy his

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medicine.

Omar was always decisive in his actions and had offended many in Greenfield, but he never thought he would be

saved by Cornelia’s family.

His feelings for her grew more profound, so he often visited her, even pretending to be a regular delivery guy.

Cornelia believed him, and so did her parents.

He became like a brother to her until they both confessed their feelings.

He despised and disrespected other women, thinking they would only distract men from doing great things.

But Cornelia was different.

She lived genuinely and strongly.

When he arrived at Cornelia’s home, she was not there.

Her parents saw him and were trembling with anger.

“Get out! Don’t come here again! Haven’t your Casson family done enough to Cornelia?! Leave!”

Usually mild–mannered, the couple swung their broom at him, though they used to welcome him with smiles.

Omar was hit several times. He lifted his hand and swatted away the broom.

“Mr. Sullivan, I’m here to see Cornelia. She’s pregnant, and you probably don’t know. I’ve been with her three years

ago.”

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