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.

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just

raced as she placed her foot

every piece from that designer for Felix. He

knock-offs!

was about to tease him, she felt him grasp her foot

washed over Carol, and

to play, like in the movies,

had thought he was shy in bed,

I want to see your face,

his tie, pulling him to his

slowly standing up.

not nervous, are

“No.”

and walked towards the

closed door, he

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

replied with question

choice but to send another

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

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stuff needs days of notice, not available on demand.

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called out,

“Just need to take out the trash from

this hour, you're talking about taking out the

they often went all night, and frankly, she

now really the tfor

“Carol, I..."

he could finish, she tiptoed up

tried to push her away, but she pressed

his reluctance,

too much for you these past months? Drained

face darkened,

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

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