Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

It just so happened that tonight, Mark found himself in the same bar.

He was there with a few folks from his social circle, having a drink. He had recently graduated and was set to take over the family business, which naturally meant hobnobbing with various partners.

These partners had all brought dates, and as they got drunker, their hands wandered more freely. Mark felt a wave of disgust watching them, especially when one partner, arm draped over a lady, excused himself, supposedly heading to the restroom. Whether it was really the restroom, well, who could say?

A few minutes later, angry shouting broke out from outside.

"Damn woman, what's your problem? Think I'm too old for you? Go find a high school kid to ask for their Snapchat! Damn, did I somehow offend you by giving you my attention?!"

"Let go! Get off me!"

"Bitch, look at him, his eyes are practically shining. Does he know how wild you are behind closed doors? And you dare to ask for contact info? I'll kill you!"

The commotion outside grew louder, and recognizing the voice as the partner who had left earlier, Mark quickly stood and went outside.

There he saw Abner, surrounded by a group of people like a star among lesser lights. Mark paused, a surge of anger welling up inside him. He hadn't forgotten how Abner had slighted him last semester. Abner had grown taller and seemed even more charismatic, as if he'd been under Shirley's care once again. Mark felt uneasy. He had definitively rejected Jessica's persistent advances, hoping Shirley would eventually come back to him. But months had passed since their graduation, and there was no sign of Shirley changing her mind.

Mark and Shirley had their fights before, but she always came back on her own. This time, seeing Abner made Mark panic, realizing something was slipping beyond his grasp. Abner should have been stuck in the most barren of places for life, never able to leave his mountain.

Mark clenched his fist, listening as his partner continued to argue with the woman. She seemed angry as well.

"Look at that beer belly of yours, what do you have to compare? You're not even in the same league! You beg me for money, I'd rather give it to him to spend!"

Both sides were hurling insults,

making the scene even more

chaotic. Abner seemed oblivious to it all, his gaze fixed on his phone, his fingers long and elegant, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks, seemingly detached from the drama unfolding around him.

Mark stepped forward, catching his partner's fist before it could strike the woman.

"William, don't get worked up over this. Everyone was young once. You're wealthy; you'll have no trouble finding a girlfriend. Why bother with one who won't listen?"

Men value their pride above all, and this woman had made William lose face. He wasn't going to let it slide, signaling for a bottle of wine that cost five thousand dollars. "Send that over to those kids. It'll probably take them a decade after graduation to afford something like this."

What's the use of just having looks?

Without money, you're stuck. Mark frowned slightly. Although he wasn't fond of Abner, what did this

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squabble have to do with those high school students?

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But when you're in this circle, sometimes you have no choice. Mark had come to understand this quite clearly over the past two months Still feeling unsatisfied, William raised his foot to kick the defiant woman. But suddenly, she ran towards Abner and hid by his side. William's fist aimed at her head, but before it could connect, Abner blocked it.

"Little brat, what do you think you're doing? Let go!"

The woman, now safely by Abner's side, finally got a good look at him, her eyes briefly flashing with admiration.

"Be my boyfriend, and I'll give you ten thousand a month!"

The declaration was so bold that it shocked the high schoolers around them, all turning pale.

"Sorry, but I'm not interested in dating right now."