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 went

her not to do something, the more

peppered him with texts, none of

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

sneered.

those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we don't want any

it'll affect

before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The

bouquet. The manager

tad envious of Carol's youth and

coming here for barbecue

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

a new job, and Felix

hassle of

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

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with no

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

out charming

remembering his usual indifference

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

the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light turn on.

of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown deepened

I say not

you back

for drinks. My head is killing

no right to pry, but

a bit too much

his keys, his fingers trembling too much

keys from him and

feel his body shaking, as if

you

and he spoke in a

"What is it then?"

she could get an answer, she felt the heat

seemed Felix had been slipped something, and from