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 cover

Felix went

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

him with texts, none of which he

to get off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who

sneered.

those customers. This is a respectable

it'll affect all

patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was

bouquet. The manager felt it was affecting business,

tad envious of Carol's

your station, girl. The men coming here

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

pain to find a new

the hassle of

the manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked up

But Felix wasn't home.

ages

if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of

charming someone

remembering his usual indifference to

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

asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light turn on.

of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown

I say not

Why are you back so late? Weren't

dragged out for drinks. My

had no right to pry, but

a bit too much to

keys, his fingers trembling too much to

from him and

shaking, as

you something to sober

and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not drunk, it's not

"What is it then?"

an answer, she felt the heat emanating

had been slipped something, and