Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Carol was an absolute hot mess when it cto living on her own. At home, everything was handed to her on a silver platter. She

had a maid to keep her company, and the girl didn't have the faintest idea how much water to add to pasta, let alone how to cook

a proper meal. Whenever Felix was around, he would instinctively take care of all those chores.

But why? Why should he lift a finger? It was not like he had to. Carol's inability to fend for herself wasn't his circus, nor his

monkeys.

His face darkened for a moment. Carol, with her back turned, blissfully unaware, kept on talking.

"Is that barbecue ribs I smell? It's so good."

Felix's grip on the broom tightened as he let out a light chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Carol asked, walking over to him.

"I'm laughing at the thought of whether you can actually cook when you're alone."

As of now, Carol could barely manage porridge and spaghetti, and even then, she had cooked soup just once.

During their ttogether, Felix had becher unofficial chef, cooking for her almost every other day. He was so worried she'd

order takeout that he often prepared meals for the next day too, stashing them in the fridge.

He'd even taught her how to use the microwave; all she had to do was heat up the food he'd packed in containers.

So, without him around these past few months, except for the initial weight loss from falling sick, Carol had actually gained about

- all thanks to

can't," she admitted. "But that's

learn to cook, with all the money her

talking, finished sweeping the floor,

bathroom was cramped, and as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror,

that aside from deceiving Carol emotionally, he had taken

wasn't what he intended,

his cigarette, he rubbed his

couple of ribs from the kitchen and settled on the couch to

reality TV show.

Felix saw

was such a carefree

watched her for so long he lost track of time, only snapping out of it when his phone rang.

Carol today? Did

"Not yet," Felix replied.

were

"Cooking, cleaning up."

silent, thinking he was hearing

too much, Felix grew irritated. "I'll talk to

was confident Carol would agree. After months together, he knew her inside and

on the sofa, absent-mindedly

Felix went back to the

was a video call

in the living room,

the screen, and she wiped her camera lens before

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weight from two bouts of fever before, but she seemed

had made her, Carol beamed with