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

that, Felix went

her not to do something, the more she wanted to do

texts, none of which he

off work and check on him. She tried to excuse herself,

sneered.

a respectable barbecue place, we don't want

it'll affect

to Carol, bringing her a bouquet of roses. The manager was not

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

envious of Carol's youth

The men coming here for barbecue aren't your princes. A bouquet

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

be a pain to find a new job, and Felix knew where she worked. She didn't

hassle of changing

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

But Felix wasn't home.

for ages

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

charming someone

his usual indifference to women, she

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

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

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

say not

back so

dragged out for drinks. My head is killing

to pry, but she couldn't help supporting

had a bit too much to

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

took the keys from him and opened

as if he was

you something to sober

grasped, and he spoke in a hoarse voice,

"What is it then?"

get an answer, she

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