Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix strolled down to the bottom of his apartment building, wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

He felt the urge to pull out a cigarette and smoke, but he resisted.

An itch in his throat seemed on the verge of spilling over, and his heart was also feeling off-kilter.

After settling into a seat on the bus, his phone buzzed with a call from Nathan.

"Felix, those goons from last time, I've dealt with them. Hundred bucks a head."

"Yeah."

"Look, man, you gotta sort out an identity for Listina pronto. With Carol being her daddy's princess, if her dad gets wind of your

romance and starts digging, Listina's cover will be blown."

"All sorted, don't worry about it."

Nathan spat disdainfully on the other end before bursting into laughter.

"Right, right, why do I even fret? You've always been reckless. I gotta jet, work's calling."

"Uh-huh."

Felix ended the call, gazing out the window.

He had orchestrated the last incident with those thugs trying to take advantage of Carol. Under such duress, her judgment would

grow foggy, her feelings for him would intensify swiftly.

It was the classic suspension bridge effect in psychology; a person's heartbeat quickens in a scary situation, and if someone else is

there, it's easy to misattribute this accelerated heartbeat to attraction.

crush on him, and after

string of exes and loved the nightlife. Clinging to her, showing an all-in attitude, would bore her

her on the hook, to appear heartfelt without actually being so,

deeper and deeper.

repeatedly being let down and then forgiven, her standards for

on the bus, Felix leaned back, eyes

the air and leaving today crisp and

windows.

was a handsman, no doubt about

phone, he checked a memo

scanned the notes, lips pursed, not bothering to

down with

had sent over was still warm.

thanks for the

if he saw

to his aloofness by now, assuming he was just busy, juggling so many jobs

his phone.

hadn't he said he

this thought crossed her mind, there was a knock; a delivery

brushed it off, considering his busy schedule. At least

no simple affair. By afternoon, a fever flared up, fiercer

at Nathan's company, the

alleyway.

Carol's incoming call, Felix leaned back, one leg

hung from his thin lips, his eyelids just as

and Nathan quipped, "Not gonna pick up? That's Ms. Miller ringing

ringtone for her?"

"Yeah, it's annoying."

was precisely because he didn't want to answer her

sympathy for Carol. She must be so lovestruck to