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 cover

that, Felix

her not to do something, the more she wanted to

peppered him with texts, none of

couldn't wait to get off work and check on him. She tried to excuse

sneered.

with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't want

it'll affect all of

Carol, bringing

customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it was

of Carol's

men coming here for barbecue aren't

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

a new job, and Felix knew where she

the hassle of

rushed to the supermarket, picked up

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages

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

out charming

usual indifference to

a whole five hours, before she heard the faint

she perked up at the sound and

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

say not

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

for drinks. My head is

had no right to pry, but she couldn't help supporting

a bit

his fingers trembling

from him

as if he was trying to suppress

go get you

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

"What is it then?"

she could get an answer, she felt

something, and from the looks of