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

that, Felix

her not

with texts, none of which he

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

sneered.

is a respectable barbecue place,

a scene here, it'll affect all

day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet

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

of Carol's youth

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

bucks? Don't get seduced and end up in bed. If

a new

the hassle

the manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood,

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with no

to stay out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract

charming

his usual indifference to women, she doubted

she waited until eleven at night, a whole five hours, before she

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

He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown

I say not

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

out for drinks. My head is killing

to pry, but she couldn't help

bit too much

fingers trembling too

the keys from him and opened

his body shaking, as if he was trying to

go get you something to sober

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

"What is it then?"

she felt the heat

slipped something, and from the looks