Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

As she was being loaded into the helicopter, she felt a sudden flash of anger surging through her, and she slapped Felix across the face.

His cheek swelled, and as he reached out his hand, Carol instinctively braced for a blow, squeezing her eyes shut. But instead of pain, she felt the click of a seatbelt.

Confused, she wondered if Felix had lost his mind. He seemed unfazed by her strike. What was he planning? The last the played his cards, the Millers were wiped out. What was his endgthis time? Feeling desperation creeping in, she blurted out, "Felix, can you just level with me? What are you trying to do?" As he leaned down to fasten her seatbelt, he looked up into her eyes, which tightened like a trapped bird under a hunter's gaze. "You want the truth?" "Yes, just give it tostraight. I haven't wronged you since we met, Felix. Even if you were returning a favor, it should be enough by now. If not for me, at least for the sake of the baby." "I know." After those few words, he reached for a blanket and draped it over her. He knew that Carol was the best thing that ever happened to him.

"Carol, I want you to stay by my side." He said it with a flicker of his eyelashes, only to hear her incredulous response, "Do you think you haven't tormentedenough? Felix, you're despicable." There it was-disgust before he could even express affection. He knew himself well enough to keep certain truths unspoken.

As Carol saw him preparing to join her in the helicopter, it was clear he intended to take her back. She began to struggle violently. "I want to get out, letgo!" The pilot, unable to contain himself, let slip, "Ms. Miller, Mr. Abner is at the wedding venue waiting for you." Carol froze, then laughed bitterly, "Classic Felix, bringing my dad out just to see his daughter's disgrace. To see the man who put him behind bars marry his daughter is like a public execution of the heart. You always did play dirty." The pilot wanted to explain that Mr. Brown had issued a declaration of forgiveness last night and that Abner had been released, but a look from Felix made him fall silent.

Watching Carol's scornful smile and her eyes full of enmity, Felix couldn't help but laugh.

She didn't understand his laughter; actually, she found it utterly sarcastic that he could still smile at a tlike this.

She pushed him away, but he forcefully pulled her back. Overwhelmed, she cried out, "Why don't you just drop dead!" These words shocked even herself; she felt as if her heart had been crushed to pulp.

Once, she had loved Felix so deeply that she would do anything to be with him. She had even taken a job as a waitress to protect his pride.

But now, her words wished death upon him. Her love had turned to hate, to loathing.

She fell silent, sitting quietly in her seat as Felix joined her without a word. As the helicopter took off, he had his arm holding her tightly. Sharing space with him was now for the child inside her to be gone; she would never bear the offspring of such a man. unbearable. She wished mAmidst her chaotic thoughts, she heard him ask softly, "Would you be at peace if I died and you could return with me?" That reignited her anger. Did he really think she still harbored feelings for him? She opened her eyes wide and said sarcastically, "Mr. Brown, could you bear to die? After all, you've fought so hard to get where you are."" As her words hung in the air, Felix opened the door beside them.

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In the next second, he moved close and bit her lip, pausing only briefly before he walked to the edge of the door.

Carol's heart skipped a beat, and her face turned pale. He was still dressed in his suit, with no protective gear.

She opened her mouth to speak, but all she could see was his disheveled hair and his eyes, shadowed but tinged with red. Her throat felt blocked, and her body was heavy as lead.

Powerless.

She could only watch as he suddenly leaned back and fell from the sky.

With her pupils dilating in shock, she was unable to process the reality for several seconds. It felt surreal, as if her brain was being repeatedly struck with an axe, too painful to think straight. Had Felix just jumped? Did he leap from the helicopter? From this height, he was surely doomed.

When she finally grasped the situation, she felt her cheeks wet with tears and asked the pilot in a trembling voice.

"Did you see that? He jumped." "He jumped." "Go save him, what are you waiting for?" "Save him." Privacy