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.

are you here in the rain? Didn't I text you to

girls asking for his number

a deep warmth that was

we head to

her cheeks warm as

phone rang with a distinct tone, and his expression

second thought, he dropped

"Hello?"

Brown, Ms.

news. He didn't even say goodbye to Carol or

the rain was too loud, or perhaps he was too preoccupied to hear. The moment

he had long forgotten about

waited, sending messages and making calls

waited until ten o'clock, still no word from Felix. She

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

her umbrella inside out, blurring her vision

weather, and

chilling wind,

midnight, a

sneezed, and as she tried to get

give you a hundred to takehome. It's impossible

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

shivered uncontrollably, her body prone to colds,

her, the driver watched her with an odd

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

called Abner, her father, who picked

"What's up?"

I sent you the license

brow furrowed, sensing her fear, and

cab? Aren't our cars fancy enough for you? It's pouring out; are you

in