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

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

him with texts, none of

check on him. She tried to excuse

sneered.

customers. This is a

here, it'll

the day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a

was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The

of Carol's youth

The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A

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

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

hassle of changing

supermarket, picked up sseafood,

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with no

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

out charming someone

his usual indifference

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

the sound

did, her eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol,

say not to

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

dragged out for drinks. My

no right to pry, but she couldn't

bit too much to

his keys, his fingers trembling

the keys from him

shaking, as if he was trying to

go get you something to

was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating from

something, and from the