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,”

just a

placed her foot

from that designer for Felix. He

knock-offs!

she felt him grasp her foot

over Carol, and

only intended to play, like in the movies, but he was

had thought he was shy in bed, always

tonight I want to see your

on his tie, pulling him

standing up. “I'll wash

not nervous, are

“No.”

got up and walked towards the

door, he was pale with

bottle of vitamins, hoping to take a few

Nathan a text, asking for another bottle

replied with question

but to send another

in

something? Half an hour? Is Ms. Miller waiting

massage his temple, the throbbing spread to his

seeing no response, pressed

of notice, not available on demand. Maybe skip tonight,

kill you.]

called out, “Aren’t you done

without looking at her, “Just need to take out the trash from the

this hour, you're talking about taking out the

bed, they often went

now really the

“Carol, I..."

she

tried to push her away, but she pressed in further,

his reluctance,

for you these past months? Drained you dry? Maybe

darkened, “No

love it when you wear a uniform.

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