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 to

she peppered him with texts, none of which he

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

sneered.

those customers. This is a

here, it'll affect all of

to Carol, bringing her

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

a tad envious of Carol's youth and

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

in bed. If you get knocked up, see who'll have

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

the hassle of

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

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages with no

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

out charming

usual indifference to

the floor, she waited until eleven at night, a whole five

the door, nearly asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light turn on. She looked

reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown deepened upon seeing

I say not to

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

for drinks. My head is killing

pry, but she couldn't help supporting

a bit too much to

his keys, his fingers trembling too much to

from him and

shaking, as if he was trying to

get you

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

"What is it then?"

answer, she felt the heat emanating from

been slipped something, and