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

piqued. The more you tell her not to

she peppered him with texts,

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

sneered.

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

here, it'll affect

had confessed to Carol, bringing her a

bouquet. The manager

of Carol's youth and

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

end up in bed. If you

to find a new job, and Felix knew where she

hassle of

she rushed to the supermarket,

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with

or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of feeling unwell

charming someone

his usual indifference to women, she

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

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

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

I say not

about you. Why are you back so

drinks. My head

pry, but she couldn't

a bit

with his keys, his fingers trembling

took the keys from him

his body shaking, as

go get you something

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

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating

and from the looks of it, it was