Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Felix stepped into the quiet apartment, feeling the itch of impatience for not seeing her immediately. His hand was already on the

doorknob, ready to exit as swiftly as he had entered when her voice floated from the bedroom.

"Felix, cto the bedroom."

He ambled towards the room, finding her perched on the edge of the bed, clad in something that could only be described as risqué.

Carol stood and twirled. "Well, what do you think? Sexy, isn't it?"

Straightforward as ever, Carol never played coy. They had been dating for three months, and she wore her heart on her sleeve,

never hiding her likes or dislikes.

This was her first tdonning such provocative attire, and she was eager to gauge Felix's reaction.

Felix, lingering by the doorway, felt his pupils constrict ever so slightly as his gaze settled on her. The room's brightest light was

off, the subtle glow from the bedside lamp casting an intimate ambiance.

Carol sauntered over, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You haven't said a word. Do you like it?"

His hands reflexively found her waist. "Gorgeous."

"Really?" Carol's hand began to wander south to test his reaction, but Felix caught her wrist and pulled her into a deep kiss.

A surge of sweetness filled Carol's heart, and she drew her hand back. The night unfolded as it often did, with passion and intimacy

that lasted till the dawn.

But Felix always insisted on a blindfold or for her to face away from him, a detail that didn't bother her much—though sometimes

she longed to see his face, to decipher the emotions he hid so well during their most vulnerable moments.

He picked her up from work every day on time,

Life felt like a cozy domestic bliss until lan returned

to cut short her precious moments with Felix, whose free

Maja, after she had taken over the

marvel at

he doesn't know you're his wife, and you're

into laughter, giving her a thumbs-up. "Maja, you're a clever one. Imagine lan's face

going to

lan's return, Maja becpreoccupied, further limiting their encounters. Carol

money was tight, they rarely

outside the shops.

the snide remarks of salespeople who noticed their empty hands seemed

a $400 skirt—modest items

bought with

in Felix's arms after another night together, Carol spoke softly, "Next time, don't

was sick and

want to see you go without," Felix said,

instantly moved, kissing him lightly on the lips. "I honestly don't need those things.

like they're just

patted her back, Carol felt comforted, reminiscent of the security she missed during her childhood

parents, were her companions.

gifts, and she

with a dog or a cat in

the sound of clattering in the kitchen. Felix had taken a half-day off to bake her

four-inch creation that was perfect for

the day she could gift Felix a

the right twould be to share her

store, arms laden with fresh vegetables and fruits.

behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist, her voice dripping

so capable,"