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.

in the rain? Didn't I text you to

asking for his number

a deep warmth that was quickly replaced by

we head to my place

felt her cheeks

they stepped out of the diner, Felix's phone rang with a distinct tone, and his

second thought, he dropped Carol's hand

"Hello?"

Ms.

He didn't even say goodbye to Carol or take the umbrella; he just ran into

perhaps he was too preoccupied to hear. The

had long forgotten about the existence of

sending messages and making

still no word from Felix. She finally decided to

into the mud, the cold seeping

umbrella inside out,

in this weather, and the subway was

in the chilling wind, drenched,

midnight, a taxi

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

I'll give you a hundred to takehome.

the mention of a hundred dollars, the driver's eyes lit up.

uncontrollably, her body prone to colds, and she

driver watched her with

now on high alert, silently dialed

called Abner, her father,

"What's up?"

I'm in a cab. I sent you the license plate number. Please

brow furrowed, sensing her

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

in his voice,