Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Maja's head was spinning with rage until she felt the warm embrace of a familiar chest behind her.

"What are you doing here? Can't I leave you alone for a second?" "lan, you've got to help me. Let's run him over with the car." It was a childish outburst, the kind only blurted out in a moment of sheer exasperation.

Her chest heaving with anger, she felt itching to slap Felix again for good measure.

But with her belly now showing the early signs of pregnancy, she dared not jump around or make any sudden moves that could harm the baby.

The nerve of smen, she thought, utterly shameless.

Felix smirked, with a voice light and dismissive.

"If I die, the one who'll suffer is Carol. So save your energy, and try not to meddle in other people's family matters." With those words, he hopped into his car and drove away.

Damn it! Damn, damn, damn!! Maja felt a wave of dizziness followed swiftly by nausea.

Her morning sickness had been relentless, leaving her rest deprived and emotionally volatile. She wished a lightning bolt would strike Felix, that scumbag, out of existence.

lan rubbed her back soothingly, his gaze lingering on the departing car; his eyes were filled with unspoken thoughts.

"Don't let him get to you; he's just trying to provoke us," lan advised.

"Maja, take a deep breath." Through gritted teeth, Maja retorted, "Other than tellingto breathe, what else are you good for?" lan looked slightly taken aback, then lifted his hand to his forehead in a helpless gesture.

"He's clearly into Carol. As long as she can't bear to see him dead, she loses. There's no point in us getting involved." "I can't see any love there, not with my left eye, not with my right." "He wouldn't insist on marriage if he didn't care. He waited until Carol was pregnant to offer a settlement. Abner used to trap Carol, but now it's the baby. Felix has planned it all perfectly. As long as the baby's there, no matter how miserable Carol is, she'll stick with him-unless she's brave enough to terminate the pregnancy." Maja fell silent at that.

Carol had never conceived easily. This baby was a miracle. she terminated the pregnancy, she might never get another chance. lan was right; Felix had calculated every move.

Understanding this only fueled her anger more, mingling with a sense of powerlessness.

If she felt helpless, how much more so must Carol feel, the eye of the storm herself? When Felix got into the car, he sat directly opposite Carol.

Her eyes were vacant, as if she was lost in her own chaotic world.

He watched her for a moment before pulling out a document-a deed of asset transfer.

All my assets will belong to our child. The moment they're born, hey'll Be the CEO of the elGroup. I will do everything in my power to raise them right." Content felongs to englishS His unspoken message was that she didn't need to worry about him mistreating their child.

Carol was silent, seemingly deaf to his words.

He reached out and pulled her into his embrace. "I've hired the best e medical team for your dad. The estate is a great place for recuperation. He can play chess with friends, and he won't be bored." e "I've arranged for Listina to study abroad for her Master's, a three-year program. She's under supervision and already on the plane. She won't be coming back." The moment he finished speaking, Carol slapped the asset transfer document against his face.

His cheek was already slightly swollen, and he just blinked in response.

"Still got sfight in you. Eat something; don't starve the baby." Carol almost laughed out of sheer frustration.

He really didn't understand, or maybe he didn't want to.

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Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in her seat.

Felix sat opposite her, gently playing with her fingers as if they were precious stones.

The car stopped at the gates of the Miller family mansion, and Carol was carried inside.

The stylist applied her makeup, which would have to be removed before she could sleep.

But she was so exhausted that as soon as she shed the heavy wedding dress, she collapsed onto the bed.

Half an hour later, she felt something wiping her cheek.

Before she even opened her eyes, she heard him ask, "What's next?" He must have been on the phone with someone.

"Mr. Brown, you need to soak the lashes with more makeup remover, the green bottle by your hand, then finish up with the facial cleanser, the white bottle."