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."

at the party

see a pretty face and you never shared

her payout from her ex-husband and now she's out to snag herself spretty

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

home."

was more humiliating than the last, but Felix maintained his professional

bottle of liquor could fetch $10,000 and if a server opened it, they'd get

and had set her sights

but he had refused.

today only

clear spirit from a nearby white bottle, her

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

usually mixed, not drunk straight. For anyone with a delicate stomach, it

what's the value of a life here? Especially that of a waiter?

present

tilted back his head,

his adam's apple bob and swallowed hard

passed him another, "Here's the second. Don’t say I'm hard on you. I fancy you, want to have

eyes, but

third glass, a flush had spread across his cheeks, and his fingers

in the ears following the fiery trail

discomfort, swapped the third drink for

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

post-divorce, and others, still married,

lives from their spouses.

a divorce would be a messy affair, splitting assets

allowing each other

boasting about their conquests,

one-upmanship in wealth.