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

family or friends. Plus, I've got a little brother back home, and

I really have no one

smile on

Felix took her phone and saved

Carol didn't follow. Instead, she immediately started looking for

to play the part of being broke,

find a cramped apartment to rent—not even as spacious as the

to cfilled her

morning,

I might

had been crazy lately with new projects at the studio, and she was often

guy

affections for men. The last tshe'd

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

of heart

his looks, complimented his smile a bunch of times. But then, he started givingthese smoldering looks every

knows he's handsome; it just feels greasy. Plus, his constant

hard she could barely breathe, noting how quickly Carol's

fancied a male model with a stunning mixed-race appearance. But then she decided he was

quite

was smitten with a swimming star

in person and cto Maja

when he lifted his arm to wave, I spotted his

Her reasons for liking someone were as varied as they were fickle—just

losing interest.