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

Felix

her not to do something, the more she wanted

she peppered him with texts, none of which

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

sneered.

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

it'll

drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing

there was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager

envious of Carol's youth and

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

and end up in bed. If you get

find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked.

hassle

the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with no

decided to stay out for the night, or if he was just

charming someone

usual indifference to women,

until eleven at night, a whole

the sound and saw the motion-activated

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

say

back

dragged out for drinks.

to pry, but she couldn't

had a bit too

fumbled with his keys, his fingers trembling too

the keys from him and opened the

his body shaking, as if he

go get you something

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

"What is it then?"

an answer, she felt the heat emanating from

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