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

for just a

raced as she placed her foot

mind roared with the thought of buying every piece from that

knock-offs!

to tease him, she felt him grasp her foot

tingling sensation washed over Carol,

play, like

she had thought he was shy in bed, always hiding his

tonight I want to see

on his tie, pulling him to his

standing up. “I'll wash

not nervous, are

“No.”

and walked towards

closed door, he

to take a few

Nathan a text, asking for another bottle right

replied with

had no choice but to send

in half an

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

massage his temple, the throbbing spread to his

seeing no response, pressed

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kill you.]

the bathroom, Carol called

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

you're talking

they often went

was now really

“Carol, I..."

finish, she tiptoed up and

away, but she pressed in further, parting

his reluctance, Carol let

these past months? Drained

darkened, “No

I love it when you wear

it's a