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 shared the

from her ex-husband and

does have that youthful glow, like a college boy. A hundred times better than the

home."

more humiliating than the last, but Felix maintained his

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

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

but he had refused.

again today only reignited

nearby white bottle, her eyes

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

straight. For anyone with a

the value of a life here? Especially that of a

among those present couldn't

protest. He took the glass, tilted back his head, and downed

apple bob and

she passed him another, "Here's the second. Don’t say I'm

Felix's eyes, but

across his cheeks,

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

the third drink for an oversized

room was thick with the scent of liquor,

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

lives from their spouses.

where a divorce would

sign agreements, allowing each other

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

one-upmanship in wealth.