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

piqued. The more you tell her not to do something,

with texts, none of

him. She tried to

sneered.

This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't want any

a scene here, it'll

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

bouquet. The manager felt

a tad envious of Carol's

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

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

be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She

hassle

supermarket, picked up sseafood, and

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with no

he'd decided to stay out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of

charming

his usual indifference to

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

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

reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown

I say

back so late? Weren't you supposed to finish

for drinks. My head is killing

no right to pry, but she couldn't help supporting

bit too much

with his keys, his fingers trembling too much to unlock

keys from him

could feel his body shaking, as if he

you something to sober

was about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not

"What is it then?"

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

and from