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

that, Felix went

not to do something, the more she wanted

with texts, none

on him. She tried to excuse herself,

sneered.

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

here, it'll affect all

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

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

a tad envious of

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

bucks? Don't get seduced and end up in bed. If you get knocked

to find a new job, and Felix knew where

the hassle of changing

she rushed to the supermarket, picked

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages with no

stay out for the night, or if he was

charming

his usual indifference

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

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

she did, her eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed. His frown deepened upon seeing

say not

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

out for drinks. My

had no right to pry, but she couldn't

had a bit

fingers trembling too

keys from him and

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

you something to

was about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"What is it then?"

get an answer, she felt the heat emanating

slipped something, and from the looks