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

we going

conning when it’s about love,”

their seats as the dishes began to

serving them this time,

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

group splashed a drink on him,

look,

food, right? Last tyou said I

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

down-payment. Like he could ever afford a place in Greenfield. Your family’s so poor,

more convincingly

the

meal costs more than your family’s yearly budget. See those bottles? That's half a year's

my cousin, I'd never bring you to

hard liquor

wait any longer; she had a plan. She genuinely liked Felix, ever since that night at the

clean-cut, like a camellia.

until Felix appeared, crystallizing her fantasies. She liked his kind, the

glanced over, wiped the liquor

he'd been speaking

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

like you're

table, Yolanda gave the table another

you here out of pity. I've got things to do, but you're finishing these drinks.

you're keeping from her. She'll

her improvised tirade, Yolanda stormed off, leaving Carol

solitary shadow cast upon the glass, looking pitiful