Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

She meant it when she said she was going to pursue him. At that moment, her heart was in it.

But Felix gently pushed her away, picked up a bottle of water from the ground, and offered it to her lips.

"Drink up."

Did he think she was drunk?

Carol found the notion amusing, her lips curling into a smile as she looked up at him.

"Hey, for real, you don't have a girlfriend, do you?"

"How many jobs you working? Where at? I'll swing by when I'm free, maybe bring you a burger or something."

Chasing someone usually meant persistence. To Carol, Felix seemed like a clean slate, likely to cave in after just a few days of her

relentless attention.

That was her plan, anyway.

But she had misjudged him. Felix put the water bottle in her hand and walked away without a backward glance.

Surprised, Carol sprinted after him.

But he didn't even give her a second look, continuing on until he reached the bus stop. There, Felix finally paused.

Carol stood behind him, pondering for a moment before speaking up. "Felix, how about you giveyour number? I'm all alone

friends. Plus, I've got a little brother back home, and everyone's

payment. I really

a playful smile on

thought, Felix took her phone

rode away, Carol didn't follow. Instead,

was going to play the part of being broke,

cramped apartment to rent—not even as spacious as the pool back at her parents’ house.

to cfilled

in the morning, she texted

what? I might be falling for

crazy lately with new projects at the studio, and she

the lucky guy this time?

never hid her affections for men. The last tshe'd been this excited, it

million dollars on the guy, and just when Maja thought Carol was settling down

a change of heart during a dinner they

liked his looks, complimented his smile a bunch of

cool about a guy who knows he's

barely breathe, noting how quickly

mixed-race appearance. But then she decided he was

quite

was smitten with a swimming star

she saw him in person

arm to wave, I spotted his armpit hair, and just like that, I was over

liking someone were as varied as they were fickle—just

losing interest.