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

replied to Carol's message with a simple,

had been waiting an hour, almost losing hope for a reply. The notification made her eyes sparkle and a

restaurant? We get fresh ingredients

you live? I can bring you some, with the manager's blessing. They'd just go to

Sometimes there's even

read her text, his

[Okay, the address is...]

it to

but she needed an excuse to visit. And now

who'd never let employees take hleftovers; normally,

favored longtstaff. Newcomers like Carol were lucky to escape daily

before, but the thought of winning Felix

- made her believe she

purchased a variety of fresh groceries,

reached Felix's doorstep, her

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

floor with her

she knocked; the buzzer had

had chosen this tdeliberately, guessing Felix hadn't

standing there in a simple

stunned by his calm,

is

"It's just a rental."

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

gave him extra points and placed the

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

bags and

expensive. Your restaurant had

lucky day. Heard it was imported, sold at

shopping habits, once a week to the grocery store,

carrying

with the

was the allure

"Felix, can you cook?"

"l can."