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

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

with texts, none

get off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself,

sneered.

meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue

a scene here, it'll affect all of

to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager

yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it

a tad envious of Carol's youth and

here for barbecue aren't

in bed. If you get knocked up,

to hear, knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She didn't

hassle

the supermarket, picked

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages

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

out charming someone

indifference to

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

up at the sound and

reeked of alcohol, his cheeks

say

you back so late? Weren't you supposed

out for drinks.

to pry, but

a bit too much

fumbled with his keys, his fingers trembling too much to

the keys from him and opened

could feel his body shaking, as if he was trying to

get you

was about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in

"What is it then?"

an answer, she felt the heat emanating from his

seemed Felix had been slipped something, and from the looks of it, it was