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

piqued. The more you tell her not

with texts, none of which he

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

sneered.

meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we

a scene here, it'll affect all of

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

yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The

tad envious of

here for barbecue aren't your

up in bed. If you get knocked up,

would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She didn't

the hassle

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

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with

he'd decided to stay out for the night, or if he was just

out charming

remembering his usual indifference to women, she

night, a whole five hours, before she heard the

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

eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks

I say

about you. Why are you back so late?

for drinks. My

to pry, but she couldn't

a bit too much to

his fingers

the keys from him

could feel his body shaking, as if he was trying

go get you

he spoke in a

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt

slipped something, and from the looks of it, it