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

that, Felix

her not to do something, the more she wanted

peppered him with texts,

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

sneered.

is a respectable barbecue place,

it'll affect all

a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing

bouquet. The manager

of Carol's youth and

men coming here for barbecue aren't your

in bed. If you

to find a new job, and Felix

the hassle of changing

manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages with

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

out charming someone

indifference to women,

until eleven at night, a whole five

at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light

Felix's. He reeked of

say

was worried about you. Why are you back so late? Weren't you supposed to

dragged out for drinks. My head

to pry, but

bit too

with his keys, his fingers trembling too

keys from him and

feel his body shaking, as if he

get you something

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

"What is it then?"

get an answer, she

seemed Felix had been slipped something, and from the looks of it, it was