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.”

times with Yolanda, who

are we going

it’s

took their seats as the

one serving them this time, much

Carol was about to give up, she spotted Felix by another

splashed a drink on him, drenching

shot Yolanda a look, and

you've never had any of this fancy food, right? Last tyou said I couldn't appreciate the finer things.

world, and look at your face. I heard you hand over your whole paycheck

could ever afford a place in Greenfield. Your family’s so poor,

more convincingly than she

the table

those bottles?

huh? If you weren't my cousin, I'd never bring

hard liquor

longer; she had a plan. She genuinely liked Felix, ever since that night at the BlueSky Bar. He was neat

clean-cut, like a camellia.

what her type was until Felix appeared, crystallizing her fantasies. She liked his kind,

attention. He glanced over, wiped the liquor from his hair,

he'd been

scoffed impatiently and waved him off, “We don’t need your introductions here,

it’s like you're

approached Carol's table, Yolanda gave

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

from

tirade, Yolanda stormed off, leaving Carol

sat by the window, her solitary shadow cast upon