Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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Her cellphone rang at that moment. It was Antonio, inquiring about her whereabouts.

“I’m downstairs, I’ll be right up. Yeah, I know, why don’t you chat with Mr. Pennyfeather in the meantime.”

She took her medicine and got up, but her wrist was held back by Omar.

“Cornelia.”

His tone was almost pleading, “Could you please not go?”

Before he could finish, Cornelia splashed the remaining half-glass of lukewarm water on his cheek.

He was already weak from the injury she had inflicted on his head, blood still trickling down. But why should it

matter to her?

Compared to the pain she had endured, his current suffering was insignificant.

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Water droplets from Omar’s cheek fell rhythmically as he listened to her retort, “Who do you think you are to

interfere with whom I sleep with?”

He refused to let go of her hand with a deep and desperate look in his eyes.

Anyone else would have been scared witnessing this side of Omar, the notorious mad dog in Greenfield. He had

committed countless atrocities for Eden, earning him quite a few enemies.

But his survival until now spoke volumes about his cunning and ruthiness.

Yet, in front of Cornelia, his sharp teeth seemed blunted.

“Cornelia, how wonderful life would be if it was like when we first met.”

He wouldn’t have allowed his men to ruin her fingers. He wouldn’t have lied about being a mere delivery boy. He

wouldn’t have remained silent when she repeatedly asked if he would marry her.

At his words, Cornelia laughed outright.

She forcefully yanked her hand away, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“What a poetic sentiment, ‘Life could be a dream, sweetheart’, typical of men to ruin the best things and then wax

poetic. Please, don’t sully that beautiful poem. I have my own agenda now. I can earn heaps of money. I don’t need

to depend on anyone. My parents would want me to live a better life. If I were to forgive you, I would be too

ashamed to even meet them in the afterlife. Omar, don’t act all lovelorn in front of me, I was too naive before, but

now all my affection for you is gone. I’ve seen reason, don’t even think about dragging me down with you.”

Without hesitation, she pulled her coat tighter around her and added one last barb before leaving.

“From now on, I won’t just sleep with Antonio. There are plenty of handsome men in the entertainment industry,

millions of fans screaming for them. I have plenty of opportunities to choose.”

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She never looked back as she returned to the elevator.

It was unworthy.

If after everything she had been through, she were to go soft on Omar, she’d be a fool.

She had been a fool plenty of times in her life.

When she returned to her hotel room, Maja was seated inside while Antonio was in his loungewear, engrossed in a

video game.

Before Cornelia’s arrival, Maja had already had a chat with him.

Antonio was a musical genius. However, his love life was a series of fleeting relationships with the leading ladies of

his music videos. The most memorable one ended with him being the one dumped, unable to handle the media’s

scrutiny.

“Antonio, you and Cornelia are likely to be a packaged deal for half a year. During this period, you can’t be involved

in any scandals with other female celebrities.”

This was the only condition Maja had for him.

Antonio dropped the game controller.