Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Scarfed down a couple of bites, Yolanda's phone buzzed to life. She snatched her motorcycle helmet from the chair beside her.

"Hey Carol, it's not that I don't wanna hang, but I'm slammed. I'll catch up with you after the race, okay? Bye."

Yolanda was always a whirlwind - in fast, out faster.

The spread on the table was barely touched.

Carol felt a wave of boredom. Maja was tied up, Yolanda was in a rush, and there she was, the picture of a trust fund baby, without

a care in the world.

She'd toyed with the idea of a career once, but after blowing through $10 million of Abner's money in just two months, she had to

reconsider.

Abner had a rare heart-to-heart with her.

"Did you know, our Miller family fortune is so vast, you could hire a gigolo every day and not dent it. But if you try your hand at

business, you won't last many years."

His words stung, and with zero talent for commerce, Carol threw in the towel.

She'd thought about interning somewhere, but the interns' pay was a measly $500 a month - not enough to cover even a day of

her meals.

As Abner put it, "The interest you earn daily on your bank balance could easily cover a month of those money you'd make."

Dismayed, Carol resigned herself to a life of leisure.

She'd majored in foreign language at university, and since Abner expected so little from her, he never tried to box her in with

expectations.

endowing buildings and sending their

classes with Maja.

fluent in five languages, the major of foreign language was no biggie for her, but

to be

untouched food, Carol suddenly

once she'd made up

brought over the last course, she spoke

you sit down and join me?" she

our policy to dine

shame. Such pricey food

peeved, but

her. "It's almost

college kid's - though it was rare

looks, but Carol's mood lifted instantly, her lips curling into a

"I'm Carol."

"Felix."

noticed you don't smile much," she teased. "Doesn't that lose you tips when you're dining with

aim to please, if it's

"Including a night out?"

question was a bit cheeky. Felix didn't respond, his lips pressed together, maybe

quickly apologized, "Just kidding. I'm broke anyway. This meal's on someone else's

meal here

is expensive,"

found him interesting. He'd been humiliated at BlueSky Bar but kept smiling. And now,

and

right? She's a well-off relative who struck it rich

fancy stuff like steak - tastes like chewing fat to me. But I

toss this stuff."

she said it, she chucked the priciest sashimi plate

It was subtle, but Carol caught