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

tell her not to do something, the more she wanted to

texts, none

tried to excuse herself, but the

sneered.

those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we

a scene here, it'll affect all of

confessed to Carol, bringing her a

another customer, another bouquet. The

of Carol's youth

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

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

pain to find a new job, and Felix

hassle

the manager, she rushed to the supermarket,

But Felix wasn't home.

ages

for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with

out charming someone

indifference to women, she doubted

at night, a whole five hours, before

at the sound and

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

I say

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

drinks. My head

had no right to pry, but she

bit too much

keys, his fingers trembling too

the keys from him and opened the

as if

you something

and he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"What is it then?"

an answer, she felt the heat emanating from

seemed Felix had been slipped something, and from