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

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

him with texts,

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

sneered.

tellyou're meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable

here, it'll affect all of

confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was

there was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager

tad envious of

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

get seduced and end up in bed. If you get knocked up,

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

the hassle

the manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to Felix's

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages

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

out charming

indifference to women,

night, a whole five hours, before she

perked up at the sound and saw the

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

say not

back so

drinks.

pry, but she couldn't

a bit too

with his keys, his fingers

from

shaking, as

you something to

leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt the

had been slipped something, and