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

finally get to see a pretty face and you

just got her payout from her ex-husband and

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

home."

humiliating than the last, but

and if a server opened it,

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

but he had refused.

again today

spirit from a nearby white bottle,

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

usually mixed, not drunk straight.

of a life here? Especially that of a

those present

didn’t protest. He took the glass, tilted back

his adam's apple bob

"Here's the second. Don’t say I'm hard

in Felix's eyes, but he

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

can shock the system, buzzing in the ears following the fiery trail down the

swapped the third drink for an oversized beer

the scent of liquor, and no one stepped in

with several hosting toyboys post-divorce, and others,

lives from their spouses.

where a divorce would be a messy affair, splitting

each

from boasting about their conquests, these

one-upmanship in wealth.