Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The wealthy widow did indeed do just that, reaching out and yanking the bow tie from Felix’s neck.

A chorus of “Wow” erupted from the group of women, their eyes shimmering with mockery.

Human nature is a curious beast; it seems that whether you're a man or a woman, once you amass a fortune, you're prone to

corruption.

If you don't turn bad, it's probably because the temptations haven't been juicy enough.

Sitting in the farthest corner, Carol had declared at the outset her wish for speace, so no one bothered her with questions.

When she saw Felix's bow tie being pulled off, a hint of amusement sparkled in her eyes.

As distasteful as the scene was, she had to admit Felix was rather handsome.

Especially from her vantage point, where she could catch a glimpse of the muscle definition just below his chest.

The rich widow grabbed Felix by the hair, her tone dripping with feigned sweetness.

"I heard that when you pop the cork on this bottle, you can pocket a neat $200 commission. Felix, you've been quite dismissive

when I've ccalling lately."

Felix, blessed with the patience of a saint, still managed a smile despite the circumstances.

"Odelia, please, let's not do this."

Such words, when spoken by a man of his looks, were devastatingly charming.

Odelia patted his cheek, "Alright, I won't hassle you. Tell you what, down three drinks, and I'll let you go."

the party chimed

get to see a pretty

got her payout from her ex-husband

lie, he does have that youthful glow, like a college boy. A hundred

home."

than the last, but Felix

could fetch $10,000 and if a server opened it, they'd get a

had set her sights

but he had refused.

again today only reignited

poured a clear spirit from a nearby white

Three glasses and if you do, I'll open five bottles of the good stuff and give

not drunk straight. For anyone with a delicate stomach, it

the value of a life here? Especially that of a waiter? Maybe $200,000 at

present

tilted back his head, and downed

apple bob and

say I'm hard on you. I

Felix's eyes, but he drank

a flush had spread across his cheeks, and

the ears following

his discomfort, swapped the

scent of liquor, and

crowd lived for excess, with several hosting toyboys post-divorce, and others, still married, playing

lives from their spouses.

a divorce would be a messy affair, splitting assets impossibly complex.

agreements, allowing each

rarely attended these gatherings. Aside from boasting about their conquests, these women had little

one-upmanship in wealth.