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

to see a pretty face

her payout from her ex-husband and now

a college boy. A hundred times better than

home."

was more humiliating than the last, but Felix

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

a month and had set

but he had refused.

again today

from a nearby white bottle, her

five

spirit she held was usually mixed, not drunk straight. For anyone with

life here? Especially that of a

present couldn't afford

the glass, tilted back his head,

adam's apple

I'm hard on you. I fancy you, want to

eyes, but he drank

third glass, a flush had spread across his cheeks, and his fingers trembled as he gripped

can shock the system, buzzing in the ears following

swapped the third drink for an oversized

was thick with the scent of liquor, and no one stepped in

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

lives from their spouses.

in marriages of convenience, where a divorce would be a messy

sign agreements, allowing each other to

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

one-upmanship in wealth.