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."

at the party chimed

finally get to see a pretty face and you never shared the

just got her payout from her ex-husband and now she's out

have that youthful glow, like a college boy. A hundred times better than the old gloomy husbands we

home."

the last, but Felix maintained his professional

bottle of liquor could fetch $10,000 and if a server

half a month and had set her sights on Felix from the start. She wanted to "keep"

but he had refused.

today only reignited

a clear spirit from a nearby white bottle, her eyes gleamed

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

was usually mixed, not drunk straight. For anyone with a delicate stomach,

life here? Especially

among those present

He took the glass, tilted

his adam's apple bob and swallowed hard

second. Don’t say I'm hard on

eyes, but he drank

glass, a flush had spread across his cheeks, and his

the system, buzzing in the ears following the fiery trail

in his discomfort, swapped the third drink

of liquor, and no one stepped in to dissuade

toyboys post-divorce, and others, still married,

lives from their spouses.

would be a messy

agreements, allowing each

about their conquests, these women had little to offer but

one-upmanship in wealth.