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.

kneeling on one knee,” she

for just

as she placed her foot

from that

knock-offs!

felt him grasp her foot and plant

tingling sensation washed over Carol, and her cheeks flushed

play, like in the movies, but

shy in bed,

to

tugged on his tie, pulling him to his

standing up. “I'll wash my

nervous, are

“No.”

up and walked towards

he

reached for a bottle of vitamins, hoping to take a

forehead, he sent Nathan a text, asking for another bottle

with

no choice but to send

in half an

or something? Half an hour? Is Ms. Miller waiting

to massage his temple, the

seeing no response,

needs days of notice, not available

kill you.]

bathroom, Carol called out, “Aren’t you

her, “Just need to take out the

you're talking about taking

doubted Felix's prowess in bed, they often went

really

“Carol, I..."

he could finish, she tiptoed up and kissed

push her away, but she pressed

reluctance,

months? Drained

darkened,

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