Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1686

The scandal involving the Millers had the small town of Greenfield buzzing with gossip. Word on the street was that Carol's life had become as restrictive as a prison sentence, needing to get permission from Felix just to step outside the door.

Felix was a piece of work, supporting his childhood sweetheart but still insisting on marrying Carol.

When Tyler bluntly hit a nerve with Carol at the party, a heavy silence fell over the room.

Carol was so furious, she wanted to hurl her glass of wine at Tyler—not just at him, but at Fitch too, that good-for-nothing charmer.

These men were no good, every single one of them.

The tension was palpable only for a moment before Tyler, with his easy charisma, lightened the mood again.

Maja, who had been sipping her drink quietly, let out a sigh as she watched Carol.

The party raged on until the wee hours of the night. When Carol decided to leave, Maja offered to walk her out but was gently turned down.

"Maja, I know my way home, and shouldn't you be resting? You're expecting, after all. By the time my wedding day comes, you'll probably be waddling," Carol joked with a bittersweet smile.

There were just two weeks left until Carol's wedding.

The invitations had been sent out long ago, and most of the local elite had received one.

Despite President Miller's recent incarceration, Felix had managed to keep the Miller Group's stocks from plummeting. With a few aggressive business moves, he had acquired two rival companies in a matter of months, positioning the Miller Group for an even larger monopoly.

Such a man could play the long game, keeping a low profile by Carol's side, which only proved his cunning. Sooner or later, Carol was bound to be taken in by his schemes.

Carol left the Greenfield Gardens and found a car waiting for her at the curb. The night was bitterly cold, with a recent drop in temperature that made even the dim streetlights seem frozen in place.

Expecting her driver, she was surprised to find Felix seated in the back as she opened the car door.

Recently, Felix had been swamped with work as the Miller Group, now filled with his loyalists, was expanding rapidly. He had purged the company of those too faithful to President Miller, earning himself a fair share of curses from a few hundred souls wishing him an early grave.

Yet, here he was, the new golden boy of Greenfield, untouchable in the eyes of many who feared they might be the next to fall from grace.

Carol hesitated for a mere second before climbing into the car, keeping her distance from Felix.

His fingers tapped the documents in his hand, his voice calm, almost gentle. "We'll go try on the wedding dress after sunrise."