Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol returned to her apartment, a smile creeping across her lips at the memory of Felix cooking in the kitchen. It was an image

she just couldn't shake.

She knew her friend Maja had been swamped with overtat the office, so she sent another text to Yolanda.

[Girl, I'm trying not to get too excited, but the man can cook, and he looks like a snack doing it.]

Yolanda's response took its sweet time, arriving ten minutes later.

[Carol, to be honest, I don't see the big deal. He's alright, but the guy can't even ride a motorcycle.]

Carol's lips twitched in amusement, thinking Yolanda only had eyes for bike lovers. She was blissfully happy, even though nothing

had happened between her and Felix. Just the thought of him made her heart flutter.

[Another thing, I bet he can't even afford a motorcycle.]

Carol nearly burst out laughing, rubbing her temples. There was no point arguing with Yolanda; the girl was in her own world.

After a refreshing shower, Carol couldn't resist texting Felix.

[Got home, just showered. You asleep?]

Felix saw the message but didn't reply, standing alone on his tiny balcony with a cigarette.

Her message vanished into the void, and Carol reluctantly drifted off to sleep.

She had expected things with Felix to continue at a lukewarm pace, but after a week of delivering groceries to him, an opportunity

finally presented itself.

That evening, while still at work, she received a text from Felix.

[Don't bother with the food delivery tonight, not feeling too hot.]

Of course, Carol couldn't just do nothing when he mentioned he was feeling under the weather.

[Got a cold? Fever? Should I bring you smeds?]

just don't cover

that, Felix went

The more you tell her not to do something, the more she wanted to

with texts, none

check on him. She tried to excuse

sneered.

up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't

scene here, it'll affect all of

had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was not

The manager felt it was affecting business,

a tad envious of

station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet of flowers

end up in bed. If you get knocked

knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She didn't want to

hassle of changing

rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood,

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with no

stay out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of

out charming

remembering his usual indifference to women,

at night, a whole five hours, before she heard the faint sound

up by the door, nearly asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw the

eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown deepened

say not

worried about you. Why are you back so late? Weren't

drinks. My head is killing

pry, but she couldn't help supporting

bit too

keys, his fingers

the keys from him and opened

shaking, as

go get you something to

was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not

"What is it then?"

get an answer, she

been slipped something, and from