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.

one knee,”

for just a

raced as she placed her foot gently on

piece from that designer for Felix. He deserved the best, not

knock-offs!

him, she felt him grasp her foot

sensation washed over Carol, and her cheeks

play, like

had thought he was shy in

want to see your

his tie,

up. “I'll

nervous,

“No.”

and walked towards

he was

to take

his forehead, he sent Nathan a text,

with question

no choice but to send another

it in half an

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

massage his temple, the throbbing spread to

seeing no response, pressed

didn’t you tellin advance? This stuff needs days of notice, not

kill you.]

the bathroom, Carol called

looking at her, “Just need to take out the trash from the

hour, you're talking about

they often went all

really

“Carol, I..."

he could finish, she

push her away, but she pressed in further,

reluctance, Carol

these past months? Drained you dry? Maybe we should

face darkened,

Felix, I love it when

a waste