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

Felix

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

she peppered him with texts, none

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

sneered.

customers. This is a respectable

here, it'll affect all of

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

The manager felt it

envious of

girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet of flowers is

seduced and end up in bed.

a pain to find a new job, and

the hassle of changing

she rushed to the supermarket,

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages with no

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

charming

usual indifference to women,

night, a whole five hours, before

at the sound

of alcohol, his cheeks flushed.

say

back so

for drinks.

pry, but

a bit too

his keys, his fingers trembling too much to

the keys from him and opened

shaking, as if

get you something to sober

grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"What is it then?"

she could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating from

slipped something, and from