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

finally replied to Carol's message

had been waiting an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification

work at the barbecue restaurant? We get fresh ingredients

I can bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd just go to waste otherwise, and it could save you a chunk

there's

boarded the bus and read her text, his

[Okay, the address is...]

sent it

needed

was a penny-pincher who'd never let employees take hleftovers; normally, those

longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to

before, but the thought of winning Felix over

made her believe she could handle it

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

the tshe reached Felix's doorstep, her palms

was plastered with small ads.

with her heart

his door, she knocked; the buzzer

tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't eaten

there in a simple white sweater, almost

was momentarily stunned by his calm, handspresence before

this is

"It's just a rental."

even smaller than her

points and

space for one person. Anyone

looked inside the bags and raised an

Your restaurant had

it was imported,

to the grocery store, only buying

always carrying bags with

with the high

the allure for

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."