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 went

more you tell her not to do something, the

peppered him with texts, none of

couldn't wait to get off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself,

sneered.

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

scene here, it'll

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

bouquet. The manager felt

a tad envious of Carol's

coming here for barbecue aren't

end up in bed. If you get knocked up, see who'll

be a pain to find a new job, and Felix

hassle of

the supermarket, picked up

But Felix wasn't home.

ages

or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of

out charming

indifference to women, she

the floor, she waited until eleven at night, a

she perked up at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light turn on.

Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His

I say not

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

for drinks. My

no right to pry, but she couldn't help

bit too much to

fingers

keys from him and opened

body shaking, as

you something to sober

wrist was grasped, and he spoke in

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating

slipped something, and from the looks of