Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

The morning light filtered through the curtains as Carol stirred from her restless slumber. When she woke up, she saw a new bag beside her bed. It was their routine—after each night they spent together, she woke to find some extravagantly priced gift waiting for her.

Carol had only kept one designer bag; the rest she sold at the second-hand market, where the market was not bad, and some bags even appreciated in value. It was hard to fathom how the once penniless kid she knew could now afford such luxury.

Carol sat on the bed for a while, then took a photo of the bag by the bed and sent it to the second- hand buyers in her group.

"Four million," came the swift reply. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Carol's bank account was frozen, so she was using Yolanda’s card, which now boasted a cool $6000,000—all from Felix’s generous gifts.

She never deluded herself into thinking Felix was trying to win her over. She was like a pet he kept, perhaps deriving some twisted pleasure from seeing high-and-mighty Ms. Miller now groveling at his feet, taking his money like some paid companion. It was a transaction.

Wasn’t he seeking revenge against the Miller family? Humiliating her like this was the greatest revenge on the Miller family.

Carol took a deep breath; she now needed money to manage various relationships, and Yolanda was also in trouble; she had to help this only cousin of hers. Carol packed the bag in a plastic bag and then went downstairs.

It was Christmas' Day, and Felix had forgone the office to work overtime on the living room sofa. Carol ignored him and beelined for the door, but the housekeeper chimed in.

"Ms. Miller, you haven't had your breakfast."

"I'm not hungry," Carol replied with a hoarse voice, still raw from last night's ordeal.

As she reached for the door, Felix's voice stopped her. "Where are you going?"

That question had become a half-monthly ritual. Carol knew better than to rile him up; he held grudges and would exact his revenge in the bedroom, as he did the night before.

She couldn't understand: Wasn't he over her body? Didn't he want to settle down with Listina?

Now that Listina had recovered, all he needed to do was give a letter of forgiveness, and he could live a peaceful life. So, what was the point of insisting on marrying her?

Other than deeper revenge, she really couldn't think of anything else.

Felix was really good at pretending; even when he loathed her before, he could still pretend to be nice to her and cherish her. Now, she also couldn't see through his mind and guess his thoughts.

"Just going out for a walk."

"Eat before you go."

"I don't want to eat."

Felix slowly pressed down on the computer in his hand, this time his tone carried a bit of a threat. "Carol, don’t make me angry."

Every time he got angry, she was the one who suffered.

Carol found it amusing, firmly opened the door, closed it with a "bang," and left directly.

The housekeeper looked at Felix somewhat awkwardly.

"Sir, should we still save breakfast for Ms. Miller?"

"Save it."

He continued to open his computer and work as if he was unaffected by her.

Carol met with the buyer and sold the bag, adding another $400,000 to the card.

She called Yolanda, whose voice was crying. "Sis, I really need your help this time."

Carol rubbed her temples. "Stop crying. Where's uncle?"

"My dad was tricked by Felix, and he's been in a bad mood recently. If it wasn't for Felix showing lenience, he would be in jail. He's been in a foul mood, taking it out on me and mom."

"How much more do you need to cover that?"

"60 million."

That was every cent Carol had.

Yolanda had been into racing, investing heavily, but when the Miller family fell from grace, so did her sponsorships and respect. Also, Yolanda was also straightforward and impulsive, unknowingly offending many people behind the scenes.

Now her investment had failed, and she was in debt of sixty million.

Carol transferred the money. "I've transferred the money to your card. Don't go racing anymore. Find some classes to attend. Yolanda, the Miller family is not what it used to be. You can't mix in those circles anymore."

Yolanda, like Carol, was adored wherever she went in the past. She always believed she had won those races through her skill, but once their family fell, everyone accused her of cheating and demanded she return the championship trophy.