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 went

more you tell her not to do something,

with texts, none of which

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

sneered.

customers. This is a respectable barbecue

it'll affect

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

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

a tad envious of

girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet of flowers

seduced and end up in bed. If

pretended not to hear, knowing it would be a pain to find a new

the hassle of

manager, she rushed to the supermarket,

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages

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

out charming someone

remembering his usual indifference to women, she doubted

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

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

reeked of alcohol, his

say not

was worried about you. Why are you back

out for drinks. My

right to pry, but she

a bit too

keys, his fingers

the keys from him

his body shaking, as if he was trying to

go get you something to sober

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

"What is it then?"

she felt the heat emanating

something, and from the looks of it, it was