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 knee,”

for just a second

raced as she placed her

roared with the thought of buying every piece from that designer for Felix. He

knock-offs!

felt him grasp her foot and plant a

over Carol, and

like

thought he was shy in

I want to see

on his tie,

standing up. “I'll

nervous, are

“No.”

got up and walked towards the

closed door, he was

hoping to take a few

a text, asking for another

replied with question

but to send another

it in half

something? Half an hour? Is

to massage his temple, the

seeing no response, pressed

needs days of notice, not available on demand.

kill you.]

Carol called out, “Aren’t

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

hour, you're talking about taking

never doubted Felix's prowess in bed, they often went all night,

was now really

“Carol, I..."

he could finish, she tiptoed

her away, but she pressed in further,

his reluctance, Carol let

I been too much for you these past months? Drained you dry? Maybe we

darkened,

love it when you wear a

it's a