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

Felix

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

with texts, none of which

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

sneered.

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

it'll affect

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

customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it was affecting business, and

tad envious of Carol's

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

get seduced and end up in bed.

pretended not to hear, knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked.

hassle of

supermarket, picked up

But Felix wasn't home.

ages

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

out charming

his usual indifference to women, she

she waited until eleven at night, a whole five hours, before

the sound and saw the

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

I say

you back so late? Weren't

drinks. My

pry, but she couldn't help supporting

bit too much

his fingers trembling too

took the keys from him and opened the

his body shaking, as if

get you

was grasped, and he spoke in

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt

seemed Felix had been slipped something, and from the looks of it, it