Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix was gone, just like that, leaving without a second glance back at her.

Carol stood there, caught in the chill of the outside air, her head pounding even harder than before.

She was definitely running a fever. Standing there, her legs felt like jelly.

She left the neighborhood and hailed a cab, but instead of heading back to her apartment, she went to the Miller estate.

Abner was rarely at home, leaving Carol in the care of a string of nannies at the Miller's sprawling mansion.

After spending the night with Felix, all Carol got was a cold suggestion to think things over. That had stung.

The fever raged for two days, leaving her in a daze.

When she finally cto, the first thing she did was check her phone.

Not a single message, not even a spam text. Silence.

It seemed like every effort to connect with Felix was one-sided.

He'd never reached out to her, not even after they'd slept with each other.

Restless in bed, she couldn't make sense of it. It felt like she'd been used.

For a whole week, she fumed, her thoughts consumed by him.

But Felix had vanished from her world.

Sitting at the dining table, she still wasn't herself.

Abner finally noticed.

"Out of cash?"

"Dad, I think I'm heading for a breakup."

"Mhm."

Abner didn't seem fazed. He pulled out a sleek black credit card and laid it before her.

something nice, maybe check out that actor who just snagged an Oscar.

fling."

lips twitched as

can't explain. This tit's

woman with no self-respect cries over a

shopping. If you run short, call me. The

a final note, "Just don't start your own

warmth in her chest. She knew he was trying to

rushing hfrom meetings across the country if she had a fever as a

relationship had always

her car and drove to the barbecue

going to Felix's, but

arrival, the manager greeted her with a

without a shift and you text your leave? Who do you

like she'd need to

she asked for her last paycheck, she got another

days off? Be glad I'm not docking you. You barely worked. Now scram. Guess you've moved up

don't need

wasn't about to squabble

her car, she

voices told her to give up, but being ignored for a week only intensified her feelings

and heartache mingled. Other men would at least fake concern after sleeping

disappeared.

her apartment,

apartment door, she

leaned against the door, apparently waiting for

a beat,

"Felix?"

on her. "Where

felt hopelessly led by her

went hto deal with that money issue with

cautiously,

"Two days."

flat. He stood outside until she invited him in,

pang of tenderness hit Carol. How could one person make her swing from disappointment