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

just a second

heart raced as she placed

every piece from that designer for Felix. He deserved the best, not

knock-offs!

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

washed over Carol, and her

intended to play, like in the movies,

in bed, always hiding

want to see your

tugged on his tie,

standing up. “I'll wash my

nervous,

“No.”

up and walked towards the

he was

bottle of vitamins, hoping to take a few more, but it was

a text, asking

with

choice but

it in half an

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

his temple, the throbbing spread to his

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called

looking at her, “Just need to take

this hour, you're talking about taking out the

prowess in bed, they often went all night,

now really the tfor

“Carol, I..."

he could finish, she tiptoed up and kissed

to push her away, but she

his reluctance, Carol let

you these past months? Drained you dry? Maybe

darkened, “No

love it when you

it's a waste of