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

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

she peppered him with texts, none of which

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

sneered.

tellyou're meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue

scene here, it'll affect all of

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

customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it

envious of Carol's youth and

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

up in bed. If you get knocked

be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew

the hassle

supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to Felix's

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with

the night, or if he

out charming

usual indifference to women, she doubted

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

the door, nearly asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw

Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks

I say

was worried about you. Why are you back so

for drinks. My head is killing

to pry, but

had a bit too much to

keys, his fingers trembling too much

took the keys from

could feel his body shaking, as if he was trying

get you something to

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

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt the

had been slipped something, and