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

see a pretty

payout from her ex-husband and now she's out to snag herself spretty

like a college boy. A hundred times better than the old

home."

humiliating than the last, but Felix maintained

liquor could fetch $10,000 and if

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

but he had refused.

today only reignited

spirit from a nearby white bottle, her

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

spirit she held was usually mixed, not drunk straight.

value of a life here? Especially that of a waiter?

among those present

He took the glass, tilted back his

watched his adam's apple bob

another, "Here's the second. Don’t say I'm hard on you. I fancy you, want

eyes, but he

spread across his cheeks, and his fingers

shock the system, buzzing in the

the third

scent of liquor, and no

for excess, with several hosting toyboys post-divorce, and others, still

lives from their spouses.

those in marriages of convenience, where a divorce would be

allowing each other to

attended these gatherings. Aside from boasting about their conquests, these women had little to offer but a

one-upmanship in wealth.