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

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

the hook, to appear heartfelt

deeper and deeper.

repeatedly being let down and then forgiven, her standards for him would drop,

the bus, Felix leaned back, eyes

had fallen the night before, clearing the air and leaving today

windows.

was a handsman,

he checked

cold as he scanned the notes, lips

down with a cold, was

over was still warm.

for

respond, even if

he was just busy, juggling so many jobs that he

his phone.

said he was going to get

crossed her mind, there was a knock;

brushed it

no simple affair. By afternoon, a fever

now at Nathan's company, the two enjoying

alleyway.

incoming call, Felix leaned

hung from his thin lips, his

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

ringtone for her?"

"Yeah, it's annoying."

because he

felt a pang of sympathy for Carol. She