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

Felix went

tell her not to

him with texts,

him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken

sneered.

with those customers. This is a

a scene here, it'll affect

patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was not

yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The

tad envious of Carol's youth

get ideas above your station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your

seduced and end up in bed. If

a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where

hassle of changing

she rushed to the supermarket, picked up

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with

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

charming someone

remembering his usual indifference to women,

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

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

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

say not

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

for drinks.

had no right to pry, but she

bit too much

keys, his fingers trembling

keys from him and opened

his body shaking, as if he was trying

get you something to sober

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

"What is it then?"

she could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating

slipped something, and from the