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 went

more you tell her not to do something,

texts, none of which he

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

sneered.

meeting up with those customers. This is a

a scene here, it'll affect all

day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was

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

a tad envious of Carol's youth

ideas above your station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue

get seduced and end up in bed. If you get knocked

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

the hassle of

to the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with no

stay out for the night, or if he

charming

remembering his usual indifference to women, she doubted

night, a whole five hours, before she heard

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

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

I say not to

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

for drinks. My head is

right to pry, but she couldn't help

a bit

his keys, his fingers trembling too

the keys from him and

body shaking, as if he

go get you something to

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

"What is it then?"

she could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating from

seemed Felix had been slipped something, and from the