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 all-in

the hook, to appear heartfelt without actually being so,

deeper and deeper.

forgiven, her standards for him would drop, lower

on the bus, Felix

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

windows.

a handsman, no doubt

out his phone, he checked

scanned the notes, lips pursed, not bothering to look

Carol, down with a cold,

sent over was still warm. She nibbled on

thanks for the

if he

assuming he was just busy, juggling so many jobs

his phone.

he said he

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

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

affair. By

Felix, who was now at Nathan's company,

alleyway.

call, Felix leaned back, one

cigarette hung from his thin lips, his

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

ringtone for her?"

"Yeah, it's annoying."

ringtone was precisely because he didn't want to

pang of sympathy for Carol. She must be so lovestruck to fall