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 kids

classes with Maja.

was no biggie for her, but also

to

the untouched food, Carol suddenly remembered

wasn't one to dither once she'd

the last course, she

sit down and join me?" she said,

not our policy to dine

pricey food going

genuinely peeved, but mostly just

moment, Felix took the seat opposite her. "It's almost my break time. I can sit for

were clear, like a college kid's - though it was rare to find

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

"I'm Carol."

"Felix."

"Doesn't that lose you tips when you're dining with

aim to

"Including a night out?"

was a bit cheeky. Felix didn't respond, his lips

someone else's tab. It'd be a

meal here

is expensive," he

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

and started spinning

a well-off relative who struck it rich in Greenfield.

used to fancy stuff like steak - tastes like chewing fat to me. But I couldn't show it in front of

toss this stuff."

said it, she chucked the

Felix's face. It