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

just mean. We finally get to see a pretty face and you never

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

won't lie, he does have that youthful glow, like a college boy. A hundred times better than the old gloomy husbands we

home."

humiliating than the

fetch $10,000 and if a server

for half a month and had set

but he had refused.

again today

nearby white bottle,

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

mixed, not drunk straight. For

life here? Especially that of

present couldn't afford

the glass, tilted back his head,

apple bob and swallowed hard

second. Don’t say I'm hard on

eyes, but he

had spread across his cheeks, and his fingers trembled as he gripped the

shock the system, buzzing in the ears

swapped the

the scent of liquor, and no one

with several hosting toyboys post-divorce, and others, still married, playing the field,

lives from their spouses.

divorce would be

allowing each other to mingle

Aside from boasting about their conquests, these

one-upmanship in wealth.