Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

So, that’s it?

Nothing else?

Maja had expected a torrent of pleas, a desperate bid to mend the rift. But there was nothing.

Just one word from him, with his chin propped up on his hand adorned with twin rings, silently observing her.

Irritation flared within Maja, though she couldn’t quite pinpoint its cause.

A tightness gripped her chest. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

She jabbed at the steak on her plate with her fork, her expression icy.

Ian’s voice was gentle, “What’s wrong, not hungry?”

“Just leave me alone.”

After she spoke, her brow furrowed deeper, her thoughts a tangled mess she couldn’t seem to unravel.

“Fine, I’ll leave you be.”

As he said this, he kept his gaze fixed on her.

Feeling pricked by an unseen thorn, Maja stood abruptly, grabbing the tablecloth and yanking it, sending steak, red wine, and candle tumbling to the floor.

Only when the chaos settled did she gasp in shock. What was she doing?

She glanced at Ian, then stormed off to the seventh floor.

showered alone, dried

bed until 2 a.m., Ian still hadn’t

again, and she kicked off the covers, leaving the

ashtray, his elbow resting on the chilly railing, the cigarette at

behind for a minute before

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“Can’t sleep.”

the one with the rings,

are you going to give them

didn’t look

her chest, but her mind was

like me,

“Maybe.”

a spell, her voice trembling after a long pause,

anxious about.

to face her, leaning back against

was a snare, captivating to Maja all the time, always irresistibly

just curious, who the rings are

his hair, a mess yet

at the back of

breath, and after a long moment, blurted

think you’re

stiffened, then smiled

the words to describe him, but her mind was

the sentiments of the

is serious, you can’t

his hand,

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