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

not to do something, the more she wanted

peppered him with texts, none of

and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager,

sneered.

meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue

it'll affect

the day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The

bouquet. The manager felt it was

a tad envious of

your station, girl. The men coming here for

get seduced and end up in bed. If you

to find a new job, and Felix

hassle of changing

manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and

But Felix wasn't home.

ages

if he was just trying to distract her with his talk

charming someone

his usual indifference to

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

nearly asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw the

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

say

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

out for drinks. My head

no right to pry, but she couldn't help

bit too much

with his keys, his fingers trembling

from him and opened the

could feel his body shaking, as if

get you

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

"What is it then?"

she

something, and from the looks of it, it