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 was feeling a headache coming

are we going

when it’s

and they took their

the one serving them this time, much to

Carol was about to give up, she

group splashed a drink on him, drenching his

look, and Yolanda

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

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

Like he could ever afford a place in Greenfield. Your

more convincingly than

the table

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

cousin, I'd never bring you

of hard liquor adorned their

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

clean-cut, like a camellia.

type was until Felix appeared, crystallizing her fantasies.

voice was loud enough to catch Felix’s attention. He glanced over,

he'd been speaking

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

you; it’s like you're doing

Felix approached Carol's table, Yolanda gave the table another

got things to do, but you're finishing these drinks. And

keeping from her.

her improvised tirade, Yolanda stormed off,

the window, her solitary shadow cast upon