Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

After a refreshing shower, Felix sauntered downstairs, only to find that she had already finished her dinner.

He prodded again, "Not going to try on the wedding dress?" "No need." The wedding tomorrow wasn't going to happen anyway.

Lacking the energy to chat with him, she decided to hit the hay early.

Felix had indulged in a few too many glasses of wine tonight. Riding the buzz, he confirmed the wedding plans with the event planner one last tbefore climbing into bed.

Carol's attempts at feigning sleep were still painfully unconvincing. Felix pulled her close and murmured her name.

"Carol." She frowned and shifted away, but he shamelessly snuggled up again.

She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep.

In a half-daze, she heard Felix whisper in her ear, "Carol, you're the kindest person to me." Carol shivered, jolting awake.

Staring at the ceiling, she listened to the gentle breathing beside her and breathed a sigh of relief. It was just a dream.

She turned over and fell back asleep, unaware that Felix's embrace had tightened considerably.

The next morning, the stylist and the makeover team were already there to work their magic on her.

Felix was whisked away to get suited up. The wedding wasn't bogged down with complex rituals; he wanted to keep it simple to avoid tiring Carol out. Essentially, a crowd would escort her to the hotel entrance, where he would be waiting to take her hand and walk her in. That was the plan.

The entire hotel was booked out, and the press was barred; only industry insiders were invited.

Carol's gaze swept the room, and upon not seeing Felix, she felt relaxed.

He had been cautious, not assigning her any bridesmaids personally. The bridesmaids were provided by the wedding agency, a move smight call scandalous.

She couldn't be bothered to fuss over it.

Once the stylist was done, Carol slowly stood up with a helping hand.

"Ms. Miller, you look stunning." Not bother looking in the mirror, Carol offered only a perfunctory smile. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"The limo will pick you up soon. Everything's set at the hotel." Carol glanced at the bridesmaids nearby, who were clearly sent by Felix to keep an eye on her.

She lowered her lashes, feeling a twinge of nausea.

It wasn't until she was in the car and saw Nathan behind the wheel that her hea art skipped a beat. She hadn't expected Nathan to actually go through with it. ŚwThe bridesmaids were seated in the back, leaving just Nathan and Carol in the front.

Carol finally felt like she could breathe, and she handed the route to Nathan.

"Maja's people have blocked the pursuit for us." "Got it." Nathan floored it, and the car shot forward like an arrow.

Watching the landscape zooming backward, Carol fought the queasiness in her stomach.

"Nathan, Felix didn't suspect anything?" Nathan gripped the steering wheel, "He wouldn't. In his eyes, I'm just a coward who wouldn't dare." Carol raised an eyebrow, thinking he had quite the self-awareness.

Instead of heading to the hotel, the car sped farther away.

The vehicles which tried to follow were quickly blocked and stoppedet by other trucks involved in the e diversion. " Sensing something was amiss, the bridesmaids immediately called Felix.

At the hotel entrance, Felix, dressed ne in a sharp white suit with dried flowers and willow leaves adorning the pocket, stood amidst a sea of flowers and balloons S A smile played on his lips as he looked toward the approaching limousine.