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.”

went over her script multiple times with Yolanda, who was feeling a

going to

it’s

fell silent, and they took their seats as the dishes

wasn't the one serving them this time, much

just as Carol was about to give up,

of the group splashed a drink on

a look, and Yolanda began their

Last tyou said I couldn't appreciate

you hand over your whole paycheck

Like he could ever afford a place in Greenfield. Your family’s so poor, you probably split a

more convincingly than

the table for

yearly budget. See those bottles? That's half a year's rent

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

hard liquor adorned their

she had a plan. She genuinely liked Felix, ever since that

clean-cut, like a camellia.

was until Felix appeared, crystallizing

glanced over, wiped

been

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

you; it’s like you're doing it on

Yolanda gave the table

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

stash of cash you're keeping from her.

tirade, Yolanda stormed off, leaving Carol alone

shadow cast upon the glass, looking pitiful in the