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

that, Felix

more you tell her not to do something, the more

she peppered him with texts,

him. She tried to excuse

sneered.

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

a scene here, it'll

a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses.

then there was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it

tad envious of Carol's youth

men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes.

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

it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where

hassle of changing

the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with

if he'd decided to stay out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of feeling unwell

out charming

his usual indifference

night, a whole five hours, before she heard the faint sound

the door, nearly asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light

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

I say

Why are you back so late? Weren't you

out for drinks. My head

right to pry,

bit too much to

his keys, his fingers trembling too much to

keys from him and opened

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

get you

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

"What is it then?"

answer, she felt the heat

something, and from the looks of it, it