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.

you here in the rain? Didn't I text

for his number

it, his eyes holding a deep warmth that was quickly replaced by his usual

to my

cheeks warm as

phone rang with a distinct tone, and his expression

he dropped Carol's hand

"Hello?"

Ms. Geo

didn't even say goodbye to Carol or take the umbrella;

too loud, or perhaps he was

was awake, he had long forgotten

waited, sending messages and making calls

word from Felix. She finally decided to hail a

into the mud, the cold seeping

inside out, blurring

in this weather, and the

the chilling wind, drenched,

a taxi pulled

as she tried to get in, the driver balked at her soaked

to takehome. It's

hundred dollars, the driver's eyes

prone to colds, and she felt

driver watched her with an

car veered off course, and Carol, now on high alert, silently dialed

her father, who picked up

"What's up?"

cab. I sent you the license plate number.

sensing her fear,

cab? Aren't our cars fancy enough for you? It's

heard the concern in his voice, her