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

for

it, his eyes holding a

we head to

her cheeks warm as

diner, Felix's phone rang with a distinct tone, and his expression shifted—it was

a second thought, he dropped Carol's hand

"Hello?"

Ms.

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

Carol called out, but the rain was too loud, or perhaps he was too preoccupied

long forgotten

waited, sending messages and making

still no word from Felix. She finally decided

her shoes sunk into the mud, the

umbrella inside out, blurring

scarce in this weather, and

in the chilling wind, drenched, with no

a

tried to get

you a hundred to takehome. It's impossible

mention of a hundred dollars, the driver's

Carol shivered uncontrollably, her body prone to colds, and

to her, the driver watched her with an

on

her father, who picked up

"What's up?"

you're still at work? I'm in a cab. I

brow furrowed, sensing her fear,

you doing in a cab? Aren't our cars fancy

concern in his