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 cover

Felix went

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

she peppered him with texts, none

off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken a dislike to

sneered.

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

a scene here, it'll affect all

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

another customer, another bouquet. The manager

tad envious of Carol's youth

your station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your

end up in bed. If

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

the hassle

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

But Felix wasn't home.

ages

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

charming

his usual indifference

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

at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light

she did, her eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His

I say

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

for drinks. My

to pry, but

bit too much

keys, his fingers trembling too much to unlock the

took the keys from

as if he was trying to suppress

you something to sober

about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he

"What is it then?"

she

and from the