Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

"Ms. Miller, how come you're here?"

Nathan was surprised. It was Christmas' Day, a time when everyone should be at home preparing for dinner, yet there was Carol, sitting alone on a bench.

Carol didn't feel like engaging with him and closed her eyes, but when she opened them again, Nathan had stepped out of his car, offering her an umbrella.

She found herself staring at this average-looking man and suddenly wanted to know what kind of medicine he had given to Felix.

"What's the side effect of the medicine you gave to Felix?" she asked, unable to mask her curiosity.

Nathan had recently joined Miller Group, thanks to Felix's patronage.

He was diligent in his previous company but was hindered by a leader targeting him, which delayed his promotion. Now, under Felix's wing at the Miller Group, Nathan had become a supervisor, and he was proving to be quite adept at it.

"Yeah, there are side effects, but Felix probably wouldn't want me to discuss it. You're asking because you're worried about him, aren't you? But the truth is, Felix's heart belongs to Listina. He only got close to you because of Listina's surgery."

Nathan wasn't quite sure why he was saying this; perhaps he didn't want Carol to linger on her feelings for Felix.

Logically, after securing the Miller family company, Felix should have immediately married Listina. However, his bride-to-be was now Carol.

Nathan felt a pang of discomfort. Perhaps it's in human nature to compare oneself to others. Even though he was now a supervisor, Felix was the president.

Felix's appearance was also very appealing, and now he was marrying a real rich young lady. Everyone knew how much Carol had once adored him. How could Felix always seem to get the better end of everything?

There's a saying that fits here: one is torn between wanting the best for his brother and envying his brother's shiny new Range Rover.

Now that Felix had acquired wealth, power, and a woman, couldn't Nathan get a piece of the pie?

Yes, Nathan desired Carol.

She was stunning, clearly pampered, and just the sight of her set the blood racing through his veins.

Carol met his gaze and instantly understood what he was thinking.

She felt sick to her stomach at the thought, but at the same time, a wild idea took root in her mind.

Wasn't Felix trying to get back at her?

To humiliate her?

So, what if she turned the tables and got involved with Nathan? She wondered how disgusted Felix would feel upon hearing the news. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Just the thought made Carol feel exhilarated. But at the same time, she loathed herself for coming up with such a plan, it was sheer malice.

Rationality and madness battled in her mind, until finally she looked up at Nathan.

"Do you live nearby?" she asked.

"It's a bit of a drive, but I've got my car. Do you want to come over and have a look, Ms. Miller?"

Nathan's intentions were hardly a secret; his eyes practically smoldered with anticipation.

"Sure, I'm getting hungry anyway," replied Carol, her tone casual. She stood up and walked over to his car, sliding into the passenger seat.

On Christmas' Day, Carol leaving with him had a certain implication.

Nathan couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.

To be honest, if a woman like Carol intentionally flirted with him, he had no chance of resisting.

He drove to his modest home; he had some money now, enough to buy a small house in Greenfield, but he hadn't rushed to move.

Carol stepped out of the car and looked around the shabby lane without comment, following him inside.

Nathan had a sister who used a wheelchair.

"Bro, you're back," she called out, her voice sweet and clear.

Her gaze landed on Carol, unsure who she was, so she remained silent.

Carol didn't say much to her either, proceeding into the tiny living room.

Interestingly, she noticed gifts she'd once given to Felix – all trivial but expensive items that wouldn't impress much.

After all, back then she had deceived him into thinking she was a waitress; her gifts were practical things like notebooks, pens, and bracelets.