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 you

for his

eyes holding a deep warmth that was quickly replaced by his

head to my

her cheeks

stepped out of the diner, Felix's phone rang with a distinct

second thought, he dropped

"Hello?"

Brown, Ms. Geo

to

perhaps he was too preoccupied to hear. The moment he knew that

awake, he had long forgotten

messages and making calls that

ten o'clock, still no word from Felix. She finally decided to hail a

relentless, her shoes sunk into the mud, the cold seeping

inside out, blurring her

weather,

in the chilling wind, drenched, with

at midnight, a

she tried to get in, the driver

hundred to takehome.

dollars, the driver's eyes lit up.

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

to her, the driver watched

now on high alert, silently dialed Felix again—still

quickly called Abner, her father, who picked

"What's up?"

cab. I sent you the license plate

furrowed, sensing her

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

Carol heard the concern in his