Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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But he never anticipated that the casual observation he started with would soon turn into a growing fascination. By

the time he realized he was too close to Cornelia, his lips had already made the first move before his mind could

catch up.

Cornelia was surprised for a moment. Then she blushed and closed her eyes, not showing any signs of rejection.

On their first night together, Omar had to prepare himself mentally. He kept telling himself that he didn’t need to

take responsibility for her. After all, a woman living under these circumstances must have slept with countless men

just to survive.

But the moment he entered her, she cried out in pain.

Omar froze, looking at her in disbelief.

The first words she uttered were, “Omar, you’ll marry me someday, right?”

Of course, he wouldn’t marry her. He frequented her house mostly to have some fun, to vent out his dark

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emotions, and to see how this family struggled to survive.

How could he possibly marry her? Yet, her eyes bore the same stubbornness as they did when her fingers were

brutally mutilated.

He remained silent. She clung onto his neck.

“Say something. Will you marry me?”

“Cornelia, I’m broke.”

His voice went hoarse as he continued to kiss her neck.

“I don’t need money. I just want your love. We can deliver pizzas together. As long as we work hard, we can have a

good life.”

Omar had seen a lot of filth in human nature in the city of Greenfield. No one had ever claimed they didn’t care

about money.

Money and power were what men chase all their life, but a woman could give up everything for love.

At that moment, he didn’t feel moved, rather he pitied for women.

It was no wonder good women were always taken for granted. Their expectations from men were really too low.

Love was all they wanted. But love could be easily be feigned.

“Alright, I will marry you.”

Because of this offhand promise, she instantly cheered up and started insisting that she wasn’t in pain anymore.

Afterwards, on many occasions, he would bring women to bed. He used to look down on women, but he discovered

that with Cornelia, it was genuinely enjoyable.

He didn’t have any other women. He thought he was just addicted to the physical intimacy between men and

women. But when he tried it with other women, he couldn’t go through with it. It disgusted him.

He liked the way Cornelia looked at him with those sparkling eyes, full of affection and hope. It was as if she could

save a man who was buried in darkness.

She was too pure, unlike him, his hands were drenched in blood.

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What started as cold indifference and disdain turned into a slight stirring of emotion. Her love gave him a lot of

confidence, making him believe he could trample on this relationship as he pleased.

The once pure and innocent Cornelia was already killed by him.

She was killed countless times.

Now, clutching his head, he saw the marks left by other men on her neck. He asked what could a singer possibly

give her, but what had he ever given her?

Wealth and luxury?

He lied about being a pizza delivery guy, so he could only give her a few hundred dollars.

Compared to what she lost, these few hundred dollars were dirt cheap. After all, Alma’s monthly allowance was in

the hundreds of thousands.

Omar truly regretted it. He grabbed Cornelia, intending to take her into the elevator, but she continued to resist.

But a woman’s strength could never match a man’s. She was still in her loose pajamas, which could easily reveal

too much.

He took off his suit jacket and wrapped her in it.

“Cornelia, come with me.”

Once outside the hotel, Cornelia looked at the dark sky and chuckled.

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