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.

the next month, Felix was exceptionally attentive. He picked her up from work every day on time, cooked and

Life felt like a cozy domestic bliss until lan returned from

cut short her precious moments with Felix, whose free

with Maja, after she had taken

marvel at

doesn't know you're his wife, and you're fixing up

laughter, giving her a thumbs-up. "Maja, you're a clever

That's going to be

becpreoccupied, further limiting their encounters. Carol reveled in her sweet romance,

with Felix. However, as money was tight, they rarely purchased

outside the shops.

who noticed their empty hands seemed to stick with Felix. Not

her with a pair of $300 shoes and a $400 skirt—modest items compared to the rest of her wardrobe but priceless

they were bought with Felix's hard-earned

another night together, Carol spoke softly, "Next time, don't splurge like that. Didn't

was sick and

go without," Felix said, his

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

they're just shearing the

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

parents, were her companions.

grew, especially after his thoughtful gifts, and she looked forward to a future where they could

dog or a

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

four-inch creation that was perfect

of the day she

be

from the grocery store, arms laden with fresh vegetables and fruits. Carol watched him tidy their cozy

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

you're so