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

that, Felix

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

with texts, none of

She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken a dislike

sneered.

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

it'll affect

to Carol, bringing

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

tad envious of

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

up in bed. If you get knocked

to hear, knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She didn't

the hassle

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

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages with no

he was just trying to distract her with

charming someone

remembering his usual indifference

eleven at night, a

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

met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown

say

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

drinks.

right to pry,

a bit too much

fumbled with his keys, his fingers trembling too much to unlock the

keys from him and opened

as if

get you

was grasped, and he spoke

"What is it then?"

an answer, she felt the heat emanating from his

been slipped something, and from the looks of