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

her not to do something, the more

with texts, none of

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

sneered.

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

here, it'll affect

drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her

yesterday, another customer, another bouquet. The manager felt it was affecting

of Carol's

station, girl. The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet of flowers is

up in bed. If you get knocked up,

a new job, and

the hassle

supermarket, picked up sseafood, and headed to

But Felix wasn't home.

knocked for ages

out for the night, or if he was just trying to distract her

charming someone

usual indifference to women, she doubted

at night, a whole five hours, before she heard the faint sound of

up at the

He reeked of alcohol, his cheeks

I say

you. Why are you back so late?

out for drinks.

had no right to pry, but she

a bit

his keys, his fingers trembling too much to

the keys from him and

body shaking, as if he was trying

go get you something

to leave when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke

"What is it then?"

could get an answer, she felt

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