Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Nathan flicked the corner of his lips before tossing his cigarette to the ground and crushing it underfoot.

"Got any more?" he asked, but then added a cautionary note, "Take it easy, though. That stuff has side effects, and it's not exactly

legal. It's a hassle to get."

"Yeah, I know."

The ringtone of his cell had silenced before Felix finally picked it up and redialed.

The moment Carol answered, his voice softened.

"Hey Carol, what's up?"

"I think I've got a fever."

"I'm on my way. Don't move around too much, just stay put."

"Okay."

Carol had been on the verge of disappointment, but she hadn't expected him to call back.

He must've been at work and didn't hear his phone.

She coughed a few times, curled up on the couch, feeling her whole body burning up with fever.

Nathan watched the scene, biting his cheek.

"Ms. Miller really can't resist you, can she? You've got a knack for playing with people's hearts, almost like you're taming her

subconsciously. But she seems clueless to it all. I reckon she's truly into you, not just playing around. Don't be too harsh, Felix."

He said this and saw Felix's expression darken.

Nathan instantly realized he might have crossed a line. Too far? What about Abner? Who was paying for the lives lost? Carol was

the daughter of an enemy, after all.

my mind. My break's over, gotta head back. The boss has been on

because my diploma isn't fancy. If only I'd made it to university back then, I'm the only one with just an associate's

my department, and the boss watcheslike a

Nathan walked out

half-cigarette slowly, then ambled

off the bus, he picked up sfruit and dropped

still curled up, her body slick with sweat, feverish

calmly fed her a

look at him, a sheen of tears in her

"Felix."

you've got a fever. Rest up. I'll cut

up an apple, and brought it

her throat sore, hardly able

him, she forced down a couple of slices before nestling into his

good

by his side,

even the strands of hair on

making her look vulnerable.

a simple act of cutting

curled into a smirk,

but knowing he was there, she felt an

she was still worried about

again? Won't they dock

wanted to find an excuse to give him money, but Felix was no fool; he would surely sense something

fine. You're more

her head on his lap, her

so tired. I

"Sleep then."

fall asleep, her dreams restless

evening, her

dinner, and, stomach rumbling, she woke to find him busy

glanced her way

wash up. Dinner's

felt blissful, a happiness she couldn't find with