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

her not to do something, the more she wanted to

she peppered him with texts, none of

and check on him. She tried to

sneered.

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

it'll affect all of

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

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

of Carol's youth and

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

bed. If you get knocked

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

the hassle of

rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood,

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with no

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

charming someone

indifference to women,

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

the sound and saw the

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

I say not to

you back so late? Weren't you supposed to finish

out for drinks. My head

no right to pry, but

a bit too much

his keys, his fingers

from

body shaking, as if he was trying to

you something to

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

"What is it then?"

get an answer, she felt

been slipped something, and