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

Felix went

The more you tell her not to do something, the more

she peppered him with texts, none of which he

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

sneered.

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

a scene here, it'll

the day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a

another bouquet. The

tad envious of Carol's youth and

men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet of flowers

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

not to hear, knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew

hassle of

rushed to the supermarket, picked

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with

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

charming someone

usual indifference to women,

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

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

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

say

Why are you back so

for drinks.

pry, but

had a bit too much to

with his keys, his fingers

the keys from him and

his body shaking, as if he was

go get you something to sober

to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he

"What is it then?"

get an answer, she felt the heat

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