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.

of a crush on him, and after that incident,

had a string of exes and loved the nightlife. Clinging to

was to keep her on the hook, to appear heartfelt

deeper and deeper.

down and then forgiven, her standards

on the bus, Felix leaned back, eyes

fallen the night before, clearing the air and leaving today crisp and sunny, sunlight streaming through

windows.

was a handsman, no

he checked a memo listing

as he scanned the notes, lips pursed,

with a cold, was

was still warm. She nibbled on

for the

didn't respond, even if

now, assuming he was just busy, juggling so many jobs that he couldn't spare a

his phone.

he said he was going to

was a knock; a delivery guy with her

a twinge of disappointment but brushed it off, considering his busy schedule. At

simple affair. By afternoon, a fever flared up, fiercer than

Nathan's company, the two

alleyway.

Felix leaned back, one leg

cigarette hung from his thin lips, his eyelids just

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

ringtone for her?"

"Yeah, it's annoying."

he didn't want to answer her

Carol. She must