Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Felix's expression was a picture of calm as he gripped the steering wheel before slowly releasing it.

“Listina, if you step out now, I don’t know what they’ll do to you.”

Listina’s sob caught in her throat; she suddenly realized Felix was trying to protect her. A smile teased the corners of her mouth as she recognized that despite her recent conflict with Carol, Felix bore no hint of rebuke.

Her eyes got red as she reached out and gently clasped his arm.

“Felix, I was so angry, and that's why I thought of dealing with her that way. I won’t do it again, okay? Please don't be mad at me.” This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Get out of the car. I gotta visit her at the hospital.”

Listina clenched her teeth, knowing this wasn’t the moment to argue.

When Felix arrived at the hospital, Carol was already sitting up in bed, leaning against the pillows.

He placed the soup he’d brought beside her and adjusted the angle of her bed. Carol remained silent, her eyes cast down, her complexion pale.

Felix opened the container and began to feed her the soup. She ate slowly and didn't ask a single question from start to finish.

For three days, Felix was the very picture of devotion, tending to her bedside. Except for brief trips home to change clothes, he was always there.

Occasionally, Carol would wake in the middle of the night to hear the muffled sound of Felix on a conference call, his voice deliberately hushed.

When the doctor came for another round of checks, she was declared fit enough to go home for rest and recovery.

She sat in the passenger seat of Felix’s car, and there she noticed Listina’s perfume lingering. Whether it was deliberate or not, the scent was unmistakable.

A wave of nausea hit her, but she just frowned and turned to look out the window.

The car pulled up outside the Miller family mansion, she opened the door and stepped out. Felix followed, carrying a bag of her dirty laundry she took off at the hospital.

In the grand foyer, she sank into a sofa.

“Want some fruit or something?” Felix asked her.

Carol glanced at her phone, which was brimming with concerned messages from Nathan. With Felix’s constant presence these days, Nathan hadn't been able to visit and had resorted to chatting with her.

As Felix watched her fingers dance over the screen, he wondered who she was messaging. Lately, she played with her phone even more frequently; was she replying to Maja’s message or Yolanda’s?

He had no idea, but it should be one of them. After all, she didn’t really have any other friends in Greenfield.

“Carol, how about some fruit?” He repeated the question.

At that moment, Carol text Nathan about her discharge, the latter sending worried emojis followed by four more messages.

He was asking what she wanted to eat, offering to cook for her, sending videos of his new place, promising more space than in his cramped living room. He added in the end that Fiona had also sent her regards.

Carol’s gaze lifted from the screen to Felix.

“Are you trying to downplay everything, Mr. Brown? To just make it all go away?”

She hadn’t asked, and he hadn’t brought up Listina since the hospital. She had been through an ordeal, nearly bled out, and had come close to losing her life.

All he did was tend to her bedside, while Listina was nowhere to be seen, presumably well- protected by him.

“She has depression. It’s not unusual for her to do something like this. My people will keep an eye on her from now on."

He had said something similar before. Maybe too many times, always using depression as an excuse.

Carol found it almost amusing, yet her heart continued to sink into an unseen abyss. She couldn't understand why she had let things go so far, why she had hurt herself.

Now, seeing his choice, she wasn't even surprised. After all, Felix had never chosen her. It was just her clinging to a sliver of hope.

She blinked and fell silent, her attention returning to the phone screen.