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.”

script multiple times with Yolanda, who was feeling

we going to

not conning when it’s about love,” Carol

fell silent, and they took their seats as the dishes began

them this

Carol was about to give up,

leader of the group splashed a drink on him, drenching his

look, and Yolanda began

right? Last tyou

face. I heard you hand over your whole paycheck to

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

Yolanda said, more convincingly than

the

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

I'd never bring you to a

of hard liquor

a plan. She genuinely liked Felix, ever since that night at the BlueSky

clean-cut, like a camellia.

knew what her type was until Felix appeared, crystallizing her fantasies. She

attention. He glanced

he'd been speaking

don’t need your introductions

you're doing it on

Felix approached Carol's table, Yolanda gave the

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

cash you're keeping from her.

off, leaving Carol

by the window, her solitary shadow cast upon