Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The following days found Carol starting anew at a local barbecue restaurant, this tdeliberately choosing one closer to where

Felix was staying.

Felix was swamped, juggling several jobs at once. If Carol didn't make tto see him, they'd never meet.

Her new job was just a mile from Felix’s place, a leisurely fifteen-minute walk.

Every evening, she'd wait for him to finish work, and they'd ride the subway htogether, chatting about their day.

Occasionally, they'd splurge on a cab.

Tonight, it was raining when she went to pick him up, umbrella in hand.

But Felix was nowhere to be seen. She ventured into the barbecue restaurant and found him surrounded by a group of young

women, all clamoring for his WhatsApp.

"Sorry, I'm off the clock now."

"Con, handsome, just add us. We'll cback often to support the place."

"I have a girlfriend."

The girls looked crestfallen at the news.

That was when Felix looked up and saw Carol, his smile instantly genuine.

"Carol."

She stood there, rain dripping off her umbrella, not bothering with the other girls, just smiling at him.

Felix walked over, his hand brushing her hair to make sure she wasn't wet.

here in the rain? Didn't I text

asking for

a deep warmth that was quickly replaced by his usual

we head to my place

her cheeks

of the diner, Felix's phone rang with a

a second thought, he dropped Carol's hand

"Hello?"

Brown, Ms. Geo is

news. He didn't even say goodbye to Carol or

was too loud, or perhaps he was too preoccupied to

long forgotten

waited, sending messages and making calls that went

no word from Felix. She finally decided

her shoes sunk into the mud, the

wind flipped her umbrella inside out, blurring her

this weather, and the

in the chilling wind, drenched, with

at midnight, a taxi

sneezed, and as she tried to get in,

I'll give you a hundred to takehome.

dollars, the driver's eyes lit

shivered uncontrollably, her body prone to colds, and she felt

the driver watched her

veered off course, and Carol, now on high alert, silently dialed Felix again—still no

Abner, her father, who picked

"What's up?"

still at work? I'm in a cab. I sent you the license

furrowed, sensing her

our cars fancy enough for you? It's pouring

heard the concern in his voice,