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,” she

just a

she placed her foot gently

thought of buying every piece from that designer for Felix. He deserved the best,

knock-offs!

him, she felt him grasp her foot and plant a

sensation washed over Carol,

intended to play, like in the movies,

in bed, always hiding his face from

want to see your

his tie, pulling him to

slowly standing up. “I'll wash

not nervous,

“No.”

up and walked

the closed door, he

bottle of vitamins, hoping to take a

forehead, he sent Nathan a text, asking for another

replied with question

no choice but to send

in half an

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

to massage his temple, the throbbing

seeing no response, pressed

didn’t you tellin advance? This stuff needs days of notice, not available on demand. Maybe skip tonight,

kill you.]

Carol called out,

without looking at her, “Just

this hour, you're talking

often went all

really

“Carol, I..."

he could finish, she tiptoed

to push her away, but she

reluctance, Carol let

past months? Drained you dry?

darkened,

the matter? Felix, I love it when you wear a uniform. I'll buy you

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