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 went

tell her not

texts, none of

wait to get off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken a dislike

sneered.

is a respectable

scene here, it'll affect all

a drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was not

then there was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it

envious of Carol's youth and

men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes.

and end up in bed.

pretended not to hear, knowing it would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew

hassle of changing

to the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with

for the night, or if he was just trying to

charming someone

usual indifference to women,

until eleven at night, a whole

nearly asleep, she perked up at the sound and

of alcohol, his cheeks

I say

you. Why are you back so

for drinks.

to pry, but

had a bit too

fingers trembling too much to unlock the

the keys from him

his body shaking, as if he

go get you something to sober

he spoke in

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt the heat

had been slipped something, and from the looks of it, it was