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,”

for just

as she placed

the thought of buying every piece from that designer

knock-offs!

him

washed over Carol, and

intended to play, like in the movies, but he

had thought he was shy in bed, always hiding his

to see your

tie, pulling him to

up. “I'll wash my

nervous, are

“No.”

up and walked

closed door, he

hoping to

Nathan a text, asking for another bottle right

replied with question

had no choice but to

in half

or something? Half an hour? Is Ms. Miller waiting in bed for

to massage his temple, the throbbing spread to

no response, pressed

stuff needs days of notice, not available on demand.

kill you.]

the bathroom, Carol called out, “Aren’t

her, “Just need to

this hour, you're talking about taking

Felix's prowess in bed, they often went all night,

now really

“Carol, I..."

she tiptoed up and kissed

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

his reluctance,

I been too much for you these past months? Drained you dry? Maybe we should go to the

darkened,

it when you

it's a waste