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

asking for his number slunk

took Carol's hand and kissed it, his eyes holding a deep warmth that was quickly replaced by

head to

cheeks warm as she

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

a second thought, he dropped Carol's

"Hello?"

Ms. Geo is

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

too loud, or perhaps he was too preoccupied

awake, he had long forgotten about the

sending messages and making

still no word from Felix. She finally decided to

relentless, her shoes sunk into the mud, the

wind flipped her umbrella inside

weather, and the subway

stood in the chilling wind, drenched, with no

midnight, a taxi pulled

get in, the driver balked at her

you a hundred to takehome. It's impossible to find a

dollars,

Carol shivered uncontrollably, her body prone to colds, and she felt one coming

driver watched

and Carol, now on high

called Abner, her father, who picked up

"What's up?"

cab. I sent

furrowed, sensing her fear,

a cab? Aren't our cars fancy enough

the concern in his