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

tell her not to do

she peppered him with texts, none

check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager,

sneered.

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

here, it'll affect all of

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

yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager felt

a tad envious of Carol's youth and

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

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

it would be a pain to find a new

hassle of

the manager, she rushed to the supermarket,

But Felix wasn't home.

ages

out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his

out charming

usual indifference to women, she doubted

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

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

He reeked of alcohol,

I say not to

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

dragged out for drinks. My head

pry,

bit too much

fumbled with his keys, his fingers trembling too much

the keys from him and

feel his body shaking, as if he was trying to suppress

get you something

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

"What is it then?"

an answer, she

and from the looks of it,