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

Felix went

you tell her not to do something,

texts, none

get off work and check on him. She tried

sneered.

tellyou're meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't want any scandal.

it'll affect all

confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The

customer, another bouquet. The manager

tad envious of

station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue

bucks? Don't get seduced and end up in bed.

be a pain to find a

hassle of changing

supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to Felix's

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with

night, or if he was

out charming someone

usual indifference to women, she doubted

until eleven at night, a whole five hours, before she heard the

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

eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks

say not to

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

for drinks.

no right to pry, but she couldn't

had a bit too much

fingers trembling too much to

took the keys from him and opened the

body shaking, as if he was trying to suppress

get you something to sober

was about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt the heat

seemed Felix had been slipped something, and from the