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

going

not conning when it’s about love,”

silent, and they took their seats as

the one serving them

wait, just as Carol was about to give up, she spotted Felix by another booth, in

splashed a drink on him, drenching

Yolanda a look, and

right? Last tyou said I couldn't appreciate the finer things. Well, now

and look at your face. I heard you hand over your whole paycheck to your mom, saving for

could ever afford a place in Greenfield. Your

more convincingly

tapped the table for

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

you weren't my cousin, I'd never bring you

of hard liquor

couldn’t wait any longer; she had a plan. She genuinely liked Felix,

clean-cut, like a camellia.

never knew what her type was until Felix appeared, crystallizing

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

he'd been speaking

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

approached Carol's table, Yolanda

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

stash of cash you're keeping from her. She'll chew you out for

tirade, Yolanda stormed off, leaving

by the window, her solitary shadow cast upon the glass,