Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

When Felix returned to the living room, Carol had already freshened up and was lounging on the couch, engrossed in the latest

reality TV show.

Walking over to the foyer, Felix tidied up his shoes, only to hear her call out, “Felix, I've got a gift for you today, too. Go take a

shower first.”

Skeptical, he showered and cback to find a designer suit laid out on the sofa.

He played dumb in front of Carol, pretending he didn't recognize the high-end brands. She really thought he was clueless, often

flaunting her expensive handbags worth a small fortune around him.

The clothes weren't cheap either; they were runway exclusives not yet available in stores.

“Try this on, I picked it up while passing by a boutique. I think it'll look smashing on you. Suit up and let's have sfun,” she said,

her eyes sparkling with anticipation, not realizing there was anything amiss in her request.

Carol was always straightforward with what she wanted. At first, she feigned modesty, but soon enough, she was directing him

with hands-on authority.

She grabbed the suit, clutching Felix's arm as they headed to the bedroom.

A delicate fragrance filled the room - her perfume.

Felix found himself seated on the bed as Carol pushed the designer threads towards him.

“Hurry up and change, I want to see.”

He was compliant in these matters, quickly slipping into the suit.

Felix was tall, and the suit highlighted his athletic build, complementing his demeanor perfectly.

Carol internally screamed with joy. Her taste was impeccable; the effort she put in chasing him was worth it - he was stunning!

She grabbed his tie, pulling him closer.

Playing along, Felix leaned in.

on one knee,”

just a second

as she placed her foot gently on his

from that designer for Felix. He deserved the

knock-offs!

she was about to tease him, she felt him grasp her

Carol, and her cheeks

only intended to play, like in the movies, but he

she had thought he was shy in bed,

I want to see your face,

tugged on his tie, pulling him to his

up. “I'll wash

not nervous, are

“No.”

up and walked towards the

the closed door, he

bottle of vitamins, hoping to take a few

he sent Nathan a text, asking for another

replied with

no choice but to

in

or something? Half an hour? Is Ms. Miller

his temple, the throbbing spread to his

no response,

This stuff needs days of

kill you.]

the bathroom, Carol called

without looking at her, “Just need to take out the trash from the

hour, you're talking about taking out the

never doubted Felix's prowess in bed, they often went all night, and

was now really

“Carol, I..."

she tiptoed up and kissed

tried to push her away, but she pressed in further, parting

reluctance, Carol

much for you these past months? Drained you dry? Maybe we should go to the doctor

face darkened, “No

it when you

a waste of