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.

supposed to be

to

a reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and

the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients every day, but I can only make spaghetti.

manager's blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and

there's

and read her text,

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it to

people dig up his address already, but she needed an

boss was a penny-pincher who'd never let

Newcomers like Carol were lucky

winning Felix over -

made her believe she could handle it

groceries, from meats to veggies, everything one

Felix's doorstep, her palms were

elevator creaked alarmingly, she saw it was plastered with small ads. It was a shaky, frightening ride, and she

with her heart

she knocked; the buzzer had

tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten dinner

there in a simple white sweater, almost

his calm, handspresence

is

"It's just a rental."

swept the small but cozy space, even smaller than her own place but clean and warm. It spoke

extra points and placed the bags

was tiny, barely enough space for one person. Anyone else

inside the bags and

expensive. Your restaurant had

lucky day. Heard it was imported, sold

to the grocery store, only

always carrying bags with

inferior, but Felix, when dealing with the high rollers at the BlueSky Bar, never showed a

the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."