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.

Carol already had a bit of a crush on him, and

a string of exes and loved the nightlife. Clinging to her, showing an

keep her on the hook, to appear heartfelt without actually

deeper and deeper.

her standards for him would drop, lower

bus, Felix leaned

air and leaving today crisp and sunny, sunlight streaming

windows.

was a handsman,

out his phone, he checked a memo listing Carol's

expression was cold as he scanned the notes, lips pursed, not bothering to

Carol, down with a

sent over was still warm. She nibbled on it while

for

even if he saw

now, assuming he was just busy, juggling so many jobs that he

his phone.

hadn't he said he was going

crossed her mind, there was a knock;

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

cold was no simple affair. By afternoon, a fever flared

called Felix, who was now at Nathan's company, the two enjoying a rare simultaneous break,

alleyway.

Felix leaned back, one

cigarette hung from his thin lips, his eyelids just as

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

ringtone for her?"

"Yeah, it's annoying."

was precisely because he didn't want to answer

Carol. She must be so