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?]

just don't

that, Felix

curiosity was piqued. The more you tell her not to do something,

texts, none of which

check on him. She tried to excuse herself, but the manager, who had taken a dislike

sneered.

meeting up with those customers. This is a respectable

here, it'll affect all of

drunk patron had confessed to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The

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

tad envious of Carol's youth

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

get seduced and end up in bed. If

would be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She

hassle of changing

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

But Felix wasn't home.

ages with no

night, or if he was just trying to distract her with his talk of feeling

out charming

indifference to women, she doubted

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

door, nearly asleep, she perked up at the sound and saw the motion-activated hall light turn

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

I say not to

worried about you. Why are you back so late?

drinks.

right to pry, but

bit too much

with his keys, his fingers trembling too much to unlock the

the keys from him

body shaking, as

get you

when her wrist was grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"What is it then?"

she felt the heat emanating from

something, and from the looks