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.

picked her up from work

was at her apartment. Life felt like a cozy domestic bliss until

to cut short her precious moments with Felix, whose

caught up with Maja, after she had taken over the refurbishing of Greenfield Gardens, she

but marvel at the

you're his wife, and you're fixing up his

a thumbs-up. "Maja,

to be

further limiting their encounters.

Felix. However, as money was tight, they rarely purchased anything, often

outside the shops.

the snide remarks of salespeople who noticed their empty hands seemed to stick with

a $400 skirt—modest

they were bought with Felix's hard-earned

softly, "Next time, don't splurge like that. Didn't you say

sick and

to see you go without," Felix said,

honestly don't need those things. I don't even get why they're

just shearing the

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

parents, were her companions.

Felix grew, especially after his thoughtful gifts, and she

or a cat in

sound of clattering in the kitchen. Felix had taken a half-day

four-inch creation that was perfect for

the small apartment, Carol daydreamed of the day she could gift Felix a spacious house.

be to share her true

with fresh vegetables and fruits. Carol watched him tidy their cozy

him,

you're so