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

that, Felix went

piqued. The more you tell her not to

she peppered him with texts, none of which

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

sneered.

a respectable barbecue place, we don't want any

a scene here, it'll affect all

to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was not

customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it was affecting

tad envious of Carol's

your station, girl. The men coming here

Don't get seduced and end up in bed.

to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She didn't

hassle

she rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood,

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages

out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of feeling unwell while

out charming someone

indifference to

eleven at night, a whole five hours,

at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light turn on. She looked

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

say

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

dragged out for drinks. My head is killing

no right to pry, but she couldn't

bit too much to

with his keys, his fingers trembling

took the keys from him

body shaking, as if he was trying to suppress

you something to sober

her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not drunk,

"What is it then?"

get an answer, she felt the heat emanating

and from the looks of