Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol had been around the block more than a few times, but she had never cacross a guy with Felix's background. It was the

rarity that intrigued her.

The harder Felix played hard to get, the more she found herself unable to let go.

As the old saying goes, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

During the day, she waited tables at a cozy barbecue restaurant, her thoughts drifting constantly to Felix. Her dedication was

unwavering.

Cnightfall, she'd return to her stuapartment to hone her culinary skills. But having never so much as boiled water before,

after three days all she could muster was ketchup spaghetti.

She snapped a picture of her creation and sent it to Felix with a message, [Had dinner yet?]

Felix was at the hospital, too preoccupied to even consider opening her message. He was holding Listina's hand, staring at her

without blinking.

The doctor cin with a grim reminder, "It's quite serious. We only have a 30% chance of success with the surgery. If we could

get an international specialist, the odds could increase to 70%, but it's expensive, and there's a heap of recovery costs to

consider."

The doctor knew Felix, who had been a constant figure at the hospital, sometimes even showing up in the middle of the night. He

knew Felix juggled multiple jobs to make ends meet since his parents had passed. It was a tough situation.

"lI understand, thank you," Felix replied once the doctor had left. He stood up, kissed Listina on the lips, and sighed softly. "I wonder

if you'll blme when you wake up."

But he had to take action, or Listina would die.

wasn't supposed to be

replied to Carol's message

for a reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and a

I work at the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients

bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd

Sometimes there's even

the bus and read her text,

[Okay, the address is...]

it to

up his address already, but she needed an excuse to visit.

a penny-pincher who'd never let employees take

like Carol were lucky

the thought of winning Felix over - and considering all the hardship he'd faced

and collected - made her

she purchased a variety of fresh groceries, from meats to veggies, everything one

the tshe reached Felix's doorstep, her palms were red from carrying

it was plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening ride,

with

she knocked; the buzzer

tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten

opened the door, standing there in a simple white sweater,

was momentarily stunned by his calm, handspresence before

this is where you

"It's just a rental."

swept the small but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but clean

extra points and

tiny, barely enough space for one person. Anyone

the bags and raised

expensive. Your restaurant had leftovers

was imported, sold at a

habits, once a week to the grocery store,

carrying bags

like him would usually feel inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at

the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."