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

that, Felix went

more you tell her not to do

with texts,

and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who

sneered.

meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place,

a scene here, it'll affect

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

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

of Carol's

ideas above your station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet of flowers

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

to hear, knowing it would be a pain to find a

hassle of

manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked up

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with

the night, or if he was just trying

charming

his usual indifference to women, she

she waited until eleven at night, a

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

met Felix's. He reeked of

say not

back so late?

out for drinks.

no right to pry, but

bit too much to

fingers trembling too

keys from

body shaking, as if he was

go get you

her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm

"What is it then?"

she felt the heat emanating from his

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