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 break's over, gotta head back. The boss has

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

department, and the

out of

slowly, then ambled toward Carol's

the bus, he picked up sfruit and dropped by a pharmacy

curled up, her body slick

calmly fed

eyes to look at him, a sheen of tears in her

"Felix."

Rest up. I'll cut

into the kitchen, sliced up an apple, and brought it over on a

throat sore, hardly

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

good to me,

by his

he could see her sweat-dampened smile, even the strands of hair on her forehead soaked

making her look vulnerable.

and now a simple act of cutting

into a smirk,

home, Carol felt a wave of panic, but knowing he was there, she

worried

toff again?

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

fine. You're more important than any

surge of warmth, resting her head on his

so tired. I need

"Sleep then."

her dreams

evening, her

stomach rumbling, she woke to find him busy in the

way through

wash up.

happiness she couldn't find with