Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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“Maja, I don’t care what the hell you’ve taught Cornelia, but you’ve got to put her back on the straight and narrow,

or I swear I’ll end you.”

Omar’s tone was venomous.

Maja had no doubt that if she refused, Omar would not hesitate to pull a gun on her.

So she remained silent, casting a mocking glance as the car sped toward the hotel.

It wasn’t until they reached the hotel lobby and the receptionist treated Omar with the utmost respect that Maja

realized why Omar knew about Cornelia and Antonio’s secret rendezvous. The hotel was owned by none other than

the Casson family.

It was like a stab in the heart.

From the moment Cornelia had decided to abort her child, Maja knew that this woman was capable of great things.

Omar, holding the room keycard, stepped into the elevator, his expression noticeably off-kilter.

Maja stood by his side, noting his trembling fingers that missed the elevator buttons multiple times.

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She thought, “Served him right, the bastard deserved this.”

Maja watched coldly, making no attempt to assist.

It took Omar a solid ten minutes to finally hit the right floor button.

Upon reaching the Presidential Suite where Cornelia was staying, he raised his hand to swipe the keycard open the

door.

But he didn’t dare.

Cornelia had already faced death once, and now Omar had his reservations.

He began to worry that his constant pressure would only push her further away, but he couldn’t stand the thought

of her entangled with another man.

They might be inside that room right now, on the windowsill, or in the bathroom, just like she used to be with him.

Cornelia used to wrap her arms around his neck, promising to marry him.

The depth of her affection was so evident, Omar was certain that no matter how far he strayed, she would always

forgive him.

He hesitated for three minutes before handing the keycard to Maja.

“Maja, you do it.”

Maja promptly tossed the keycard back at him. “I’m not doing your dirty work.”

The keycard hit the wall with a thwap.

Omar immediately grabbed Maja by the throat, his face livid.

“Are you asking for a death wish?”

Before he could finish his sentence, the door swung open and Cornelia, clad in a nightgown, stood in the doorway.

Upon seeing Omar choking Maja, Cornelia’s eyes narrowed. She grabbed a nearby vase and hurled it at Omar’s

head.

Omar didn’t have the chance to dodge, or more accurately, his mind went blank the moment he saw her.

The vase shattered against his head, and blood began to ooze.

He released Maja, staring blankly at Cornelia.

Cornelia, however, didn’t spare him a glance as she rushed over to Maja.

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“Mr. Pennyfeather, are you alright?”

Maja shook her head, rubbing her throat and gasping slightly.

The air was heavy with the scent of blood.

It was then Cornelia turned to Omar. “Get out.”

Omar’s gaze, however, was drawn to the inside of the room.

The bed was in disarray, clothes strewn about. It was clear what had transpired.

The sound of running water could be heard from the bathroom. Undoubtedly they had finished.

Omar felt as if a string in his head had snapped, he roughly grabbed Cornelia.

“You’re coming with me!”

Without hesitation, Cornelia bit into the webbing of his hand, drawing blood.

Omar just watched in silence as she bit him.

After a while, Cornelia let go, her teeth aching.

“I won’t go with you, Omar. If you truly care about me, stop looking for me. Every time I see you, I feel sick.”

“So you don’t feel sick when you see him. Do you know how many exes he’s had? He’s a musician, what kind of

future can he offer you?”

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