Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Fitch also saw the Facebook post and left only a one-word comment.

[Congrats.]

Ian hadn't expected him to comment, especially since he'd heard Fitch had just woken up the night before. The fact that he was up and commenting on social media seemed to suggest he was alright.

Following Fitch's lead, a barrage of congratulations poured in from others.

Ian didn't respond to each one individually, but instead sent the two recent photos to Maja.

"Maja, you should post something too."

"Do I have to? Your post is enough." Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"No, it's necessary. Not all our friends know each other, and remember when you were designing those homes, you had a whole bunch of clients. Who knows if any of them are still eyeing you up."

Maja's lips twitched into a frown, thinking Ian was being paranoid. Their relationship had made headlines more than once. Who would dare to pursue her now? But under his gaze, she relented and shared the two photos on Facebook.

Ian was satisfied then, gently holding the back of her head and planting several pecks on her lips before agreeing to drive.

Some of Maja's friends from Star Movie Group showed great enthusiasm, expressing their heartfelt congratulations. Smiling, Maja asked Elvis to send out a few generous digital "red envelopes" in the company group chat.

She wasn't in the group herself, knowing it would make things awkward for everyone else. The chat exploded with people trying to grab the digital cash.

Maja's lips curved again, turning to glance at Ian's side profile. He looked pleased, with lips curving just slightly. Affected by him, Maja also smiled lightly.

Her phone buzzed with an incoming message from Carol, who sent a string of sobbing emojis.

"Moved to tears. My Maja's finally tying the knot," the message read.

Maja knew Carol was just teasing and shot back an eye-rolling emoji.

"Maja, don't forget to come to my wedding," Carol added.

At that, Maja's mood darkened. Carol's wedding was only two weeks away, and Maja had been dying to ask if she really planned to marry Felix. Everyone in their circle knew what Felix had done to the Miller family. How would people view Carol from then on? They would think she lives off others' breaths. Now, Felix held leverage over her and could treat her as he pleased.

But Maja couldn't ask; it's similar to Zoey's situation, and she couldn't offer much help.

Carol, after sending these two messages, put her phone down and stared at the garden blanketed in snow from last night's flurry. It was the Christmas' Eve, and Felix hadn't come home. He was likely with Listina next door, who had already flaunted their affair on Facebook.

Carol detested her current situation, feeling like she and Listina were competing wives, each scheming to keep Felix in their bed. Yet, Carol had never asked for him. The sight of Felix only reminded her of the humiliation she'd faced in his office.

Needing special pills just to be with her, otherwise being frigid? Nothing could be more hurtful. She recalled the early months when he'd blindfold her during their encounters; she thought he liked to

spice things up, but he was worried she'd see him unresponsive.

Wouldn't that uncover everything?

Pride was all Carol had left, but her self-esteem had been trampled long ago.

Thinking of how many pills he must've taken, while she acted like a desperate harlot, made her feel nauseous.

The housekeeper knocked at that moment, "Ms. Miller, the Mister called. He wants to spend Christmas' together tonight."

Carol pretended not to hear, grabbing her purse and opening the door next to her. The housekeeper, surprised, asked, "Ms. Miller, are you going out?"

"Yes."

"But the Mister will be back soon, he's coming from..."

Carol cut her off, not wanting to hear any more, and headed downstairs.

Spend Christmas' with Felix? She scoffed at the thought. She had no desire to endure his presence on such a festive occasion.