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

get to see a pretty face

payout from her ex-husband and

boy.

home."

the last,

if a server opened it, they'd get a

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

but he had refused.

again today only reignited her

a nearby white bottle, her eyes gleamed with

this. Three glasses and if you do, I'll open five bottles of the good stuff and give you a $1,000

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

here? Especially that of a waiter? Maybe

among those present couldn't afford

tilted back his head,

apple bob

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

Felix's eyes, but he drank

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

buzzing in the ears following the fiery trail down the

in his discomfort, swapped the third

private room was thick with the scent of

crowd lived for excess, with several hosting toyboys post-divorce, and

lives from their spouses.

divorce would be a messy affair, splitting

sign agreements, allowing each other

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

one-upmanship in wealth.