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

that, Felix

The more you tell her not to

with texts, none of which

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

sneered.

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

scene here, it'll affect all of

day before, a drunk patron had confessed to Carol,

bouquet. The

of Carol's

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

end up in bed. If you get knocked up, see who'll

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

the hassle

she rushed to the supermarket, picked up sseafood,

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with no

the night, or if he

charming

his usual indifference to

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

asleep, she perked up at the

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

I say not to

back so

out for drinks. My head is killing

no right to pry, but she couldn't help supporting

had a bit too

keys, his fingers trembling too much to unlock

from

could feel his body shaking, as if he

go get you something to

about to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, "I'm not drunk, it's

"What is it then?"

she could get an answer, she

something, and from the looks of