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 chimed

get to see a pretty face and you never shared the

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

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

home."

humiliating than the last, but

bottle of liquor could fetch $10,000 and if a server opened

the place for half a month and had set her sights on

but he had refused.

him again today only reignited

clear spirit from a nearby

open five bottles of the good stuff

drunk straight.

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

present couldn't

didn’t protest. He took the glass, tilted

watched his adam's apple bob

I'm hard on you. I fancy you,

flickered in Felix's eyes, but he

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

system, buzzing in the ears following the

pleasure in his discomfort, swapped the third

thick with the scent of liquor, and

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

lives from their spouses.

where a divorce would be a messy affair, splitting assets

allowing each

Aside from boasting about their conquests, these women had little to

one-upmanship in wealth.