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

Felix went

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

she peppered him with texts, none of which he

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

sneered.

a respectable barbecue place,

it'll affect all of

Carol, bringing her a

bouquet. The

envious of Carol's youth and

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

bed. If

knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix

hassle of changing

rushed to the supermarket,

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with no

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

charming someone

indifference to women, she

at night, a whole five

she perked up at the sound and

He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown

say

back

dragged out for drinks. My head is

right to pry, but she

a bit

fumbled with his keys, his fingers

keys from

his body shaking, as if he was trying

you something to

was about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not

"What is it then?"

answer, she felt the heat emanating from

been slipped something, and from the looks of it, it