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.

had a bit of a crush on

the nightlife. Clinging to her, showing an all-in attitude, would

appear heartfelt without actually being so, to keep her on tenterhooks, and she'd

deeper and deeper.

being let down and then forgiven, her standards for him

Felix leaned

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

windows.

was a handsman, no doubt

his phone, he checked a memo

as he scanned the notes,

down with

over was still warm. She nibbled on it while

thanks for the

if

to his aloofness by now, assuming he was just busy, juggling so many jobs that he couldn't spare a moment

his phone.

he said he was going

was a knock; a

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

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

immediately called Felix, who was now at Nathan's company, the two

alleyway.

Carol's incoming call, Felix leaned back, one leg

thin lips, his eyelids

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

ringtone for her?"

"Yeah, it's annoying."

was precisely because he didn't want to answer her

sympathy for Carol. She must be