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,” she

hesitated for just

heart raced as she placed her foot

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

knock-offs!

felt him grasp

Carol, and her

like

he was shy in bed, always hiding his face from

want to see

his tie, pulling him to his

slowly standing up. “I'll wash my

not nervous,

“No.”

and walked

closed door, he was pale with

a bottle of vitamins, hoping to

Nathan a text, asking for another

with

no choice but to send another

in half

or something? Half an hour? Is

the throbbing spread

no response,

needs days of notice, not available on demand.

kill you.]

called out, “Aren’t you

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

hour, you're talking about taking out

in bed, they often went all night, and

was now really the tfor

“Carol, I..."

could finish, she tiptoed

away, but she pressed in further, parting

reluctance, Carol

much for you these past months? Drained you dry?

face darkened,

Felix, I love it when

a waste