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,” she

for just

raced as she placed

roared with the thought of buying every piece from that designer for

knock-offs!

him, she felt him grasp

tingling sensation washed over Carol, and her

only intended to play, like in the

in bed, always hiding his face from

want to see your face,

on his tie, pulling

stiffened, slowly standing up. “I'll wash

nervous, are

“No.”

and walked towards the

door, he

to take a few more, but it was

sent Nathan a

with

had no choice but to

in half

think I can fly or something? Half an hour? Is Ms. Miller waiting

to massage his temple, the

seeing no response, pressed

stuff needs days of notice, not

kill you.]

bathroom, Carol called out, “Aren’t you done

“Just need to take out

you're talking about taking

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

was now really the

“Carol, I..."

finish, she tiptoed

her away, but she pressed

reluctance,

these past months? Drained you dry?

face darkened,

I love it when you wear a uniform. I'll

a waste of