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?]

don't

that, Felix

not to do something,

with texts, none of which he

him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken

sneered.

with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't want any scandal. If

it'll affect all of

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

customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it

of Carol's youth

ideas above your station, girl. The men coming here

up in bed. If you get knocked

be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked.

the hassle of changing

rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages with no

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

out charming

remembering his usual indifference to

floor, she waited until eleven at night, a whole five

she perked up at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall

He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown

say

back so late? Weren't you supposed to finish

drinks. My head is

no right to pry, but she

had a bit

his fingers trembling

from

his body shaking, as if he was trying to

go get you

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

"What is it then?"

she could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating from

Felix had been slipped something, and