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

Felix went

you tell her not to do something,

she peppered him with texts,

couldn't wait to get off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who

sneered.

with those customers. This is a respectable barbecue place, we

here, it'll affect

drunk patron had confessed to Carol,

was yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager

of

your station, girl. The men coming here

Don't get seduced and end up in bed. If you get knocked up, see who'll

knowing it would be a pain to find a new

hassle of

manager, she rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to

But Felix wasn't home.

ages

if he'd decided to stay out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of

out charming

indifference to

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

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

her eyes met Felix's. He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks flushed.

say not

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

drinks. My head

to pry,

had a bit

fingers trembling

the keys from him and

feel his body shaking, as if he

get you something

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

"What is it then?"

she could get an answer, she felt the heat emanating

been slipped something, and from the looks