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,

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

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

deeper and deeper.

let down and then forgiven, her

on the bus, Felix

clearing the air and leaving today crisp and sunny, sunlight streaming

windows.

handsman, no doubt

phone, he checked a memo listing Carol's

expression was cold as he scanned the

Carol, down with a

sent over was still warm. She nibbled on it

for

even if he

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

his phone.

he said he

thought crossed her mind, there was

it off, considering his busy

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

was now at Nathan's company, the two enjoying

alleyway.

Felix

thin lips, his eyelids just as

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

ringtone for her?"

"Yeah, it's annoying."

because he didn't want to answer her

felt a pang of sympathy for Carol. She must be so