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

that, Felix went

was piqued. The more you tell her not to do something, the more she wanted

she peppered him with texts, none of which

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

sneered.

meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't want any scandal.

a scene here, it'll affect

had confessed to Carol, bringing her a

there was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it was affecting business, and

a tad envious of Carol's

ideas above your station, girl. The men coming here for

end up in bed. If you get knocked

it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she

the hassle

the manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with

the night, or if he was just trying

charming

remembering his usual indifference to women, she

eleven at night, a whole

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

she did, her eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown deepened upon seeing

I say not

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

for drinks. My head

had no right to pry, but she

bit

with his keys, his fingers

from

body shaking, as if he was trying to suppress

you something to sober

was about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in

"What is it then?"

she felt the heat emanating

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