Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

She texted Felix, just a casual check-in to see if he'd had dinner and what he was up to.

But Felix’s replies were curt, almost disinterested.

The less he showed interest, the more Carol found herself intrigued.

She was not one for men who con too strong, always suspecting ulterior motives. But Felix's restraint only stoked Carol's

desire to win him over.

Without delay, Carol had someone check out the barbecue restaurant where Felix worked and planned a “chance” encounter.

Felix, however, was a creature of habit, working four jobs every day, heading straight hafterward, rarely venturing out except

for a weekly grocery run. His routine was alarmingly regular compared to Carol's. Even her father, Abner, wasn’t as industrious as

Felix.

Other than work, he scarcely indulged in any leisure, perpetually in a state of earning.

How were they ever going to meet at this rate?

The moment was slipping away.

Impatient, Carol dragged Yolanda with her to the barbecue restaurant where Felix worked.

Before they entered, Carol gave strict instructions.

“Don't reveal my identity. Remember to order plenty of drinks.”

her script multiple times with Yolanda, who was feeling

going

conning when it’s

they took their seats as

wasn't the one serving them this time, much

was about to give up, she spotted Felix by

of the group splashed a drink on him, drenching

a look, and Yolanda

had any of this fancy food, right? Last tyou said I couldn't appreciate the finer things. Well, now

look at your face. I heard you hand over your whole paycheck to your mom, saving for

Greenfield. Your family’s so poor, you

more convincingly than

the

than your family’s yearly budget. See those bottles? That's

you weren't my cousin, I'd never bring you to a

of hard liquor adorned

wait any longer; she had a plan. She genuinely liked Felix,

clean-cut, like a camellia.

Felix appeared, crystallizing her fantasies. She liked his kind, the clean-cut

loud enough to catch Felix’s attention. He glanced over, wiped the liquor from his hair, and apologized to

he'd been

waved him off, “We don’t need your introductions here, scram. My girlfriend can’t take

you; it’s like you're

table, Yolanda gave the table another

I bring you here out of pity. I've got things to do, but you're finishing these drinks. And if you don't, I'll

keeping from her. She'll chew you out

improvised tirade, Yolanda stormed off, leaving

shadow cast upon the glass, looking